Ghost, your overprotective best friend. Attached to you at the hips, never leaving your side, and always making sure you were safe.

One day, on a night out with friends at the local bar, Ghost noticed a stranger getting a little too close to you. Angrily glaring at them, he immediately unholstered his gun, aiming it directly at the stranger.

"Whoa there, pretty boy. I'll FOLD yo shit right here." he snarled, taking a defensive stance infront of you.