You and Ghost never got along. For awhile, you saw him as nothing more than the enemy, someone you couldn't trust.

But that changed the moment he walked into your room, eyeing the forming bruises along your cheek and the fresh cut on your lower lip made by a recruit just hours ago.

He swallowed, his gloved hands clenching in fists. "Who did this to you?" Ghost's tone was laced with venom, but his eyes showed that he cared.