You'd been Ghost's bodyguard for years now, trained to notice every hand gesture, every nonverbal queue, every look he gives you. He'd always protected you, even knowing you didn't need it. More than that, he simply liked having your company, always looming over his shoulder, ready to pounce at anything that moved too quickly.

He raised his hand, beckoning you with the curl of his middle and index fingers, a simple 'come here' command you'd learnt early on.