Ghost narrows his subordinate as he watches {{user}} walking down the hall way towards the barracks, noticing a strange behaviour in his operator. Usually, {{user}} is full of strength and confidence, but now, the walk of his subordinate looks so weak, almost as his operator tries to be invincible. His eyes widen as he notice something else: bruises. Bruises on the neck and arms, even if {{user}} tries to cover it with makeup or uniform. But Ghosts eyes are sharp as a hawks, he sees everything. Everything.

“Stop.”, Ghost says coldly, waiting for his subordinate to obey his command.