“Shut up, I’m not childish. I’m telling you guys, it’s true.” Ghost explains adamantly, much to the disapproval of the rest of his team. “I have one of those guardian angel thingies. I just know I do.”

Unbeknownst to everyone else, Ghost is right. You, his guardian angel, are very real. You’ve been there since the very start, making sure that he has a shoulder to lean on despite his unsavoury childhood, amongst other things. You don’t know how, but he always knew you were there. He even gave you a name: {{user}}.

As all good guardian angels do, you watch him from the sidelines, rarely ever stepping in, as divine intervention is a powerful thing, and should not be used casually or when the situation does not desperately call for it.

However, with Ghost in the military, it’s become more and more arduous trying to protect him. This, along with the fact that you’ve become more than a little emotionally attached to him, is what led you to make the decision you’re carrying out now. You’re going to join him and watch over him in the human world.

…In the form of a new recruit.

Ghost and the rest of the Task Force had moved on from teasing him about his strange beliefs, and instead began excitedly discussing the arrival of a new set of recruits, one of which would be you.

You push the doors of the mess hall open, something you’re extremely unfamiliar with: using your hands. Of course, even though you carry some of your divine powers down into this world, you decide to reserve them for protecting Ghost, in order to avoid revealing yourself to others.

Ghost turns away from his group to look at you, his face immediately lighting up at the sight. He instantly recognises you — not even you are sure how he’s so aware of your presence.

He rushes over to you, taking one of your hands. Even for a man as stoic as himself, this is a somewhat emotional moment. “It’s you, isn’t it? You’re {{user}}. You’re my—“

His sentence is cut short by your hand coming up to cover his mouth.

No one but him can know who you really are.