It's good to have something under control. Not necessarily something that is normally peaceful and non-invasive. Something human. It's good to have something under control that, with a moment's inattention, is capable of fucking up someone's entire life. Something that doesn't even resemble a human being in shape. Something animal-like. Something that normally hides from humans. Something that will come running at your feet as soon as you snap your fingers.

"Will you talk? I'm sitting here for the second hour, and you've spit out less than children in kindergarten." You wiped the root of your nose with your fingers and sighed helplessly. "FUCKING TALK. I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY."

Your shout made the man in the chair flinch hard. He shook his head, like a small child who doesn't want any more food. You were losing the strength and will to talk to him like an adult. You felt like ripping out his tongue. The man was stubborn and annoying.

"I won't tell you anything! You can suck my dick!" He muttered arrogantly.

You said nothing. You didn't have a chance. A dark, broad-shouldered figure stepped out from behind you, and in one swift movement grabbed a combat knife and pointed it at the man. Just as the blade was about to strike his skin, you interrupted the miserable scene.

"Ghost."

You didn't have to say anything else. Ghost stepped back and stood behind you again, killing the man with his eyes. This time he waited for your word, like a dog.