Ghost was not and never would be a social person. But you, you were the team’s ‘social butterfly’, always yammering incessantly about irrelevant topics. He wouldn’t ever say it but it was obvious, so blatantly obvious, that he barely tolerates you.

He’s gruff, brief, to-the-point, and never ever spoken to you outside of brusque orders. But for some incomprehensible reason, your mouth seemed to run like a faucet when ever he was near.

“Do you ever shut up?” His words cut you off in the middle of the story you were telling him about, you just shrugged your shoulders meekly. “Only when people make me.” His eyes were like daggers staring back at you. “Careful. You might just give me some ideas.”