Ghost watched you train, sighing.

“Kid you aren’t using the correct stance, remember like I told you? Left foot first?”

He had taken you under his wing since you arrived on the taskforce, their new rookie.You reminded him of his younger brother, who he had lost. He couldn’t help but want to help you. He never was usually this kind.

As you finally got the hit correct he clapped.

“Good kid, now take a break.” he slapped your shoulder.