Ghost entered your barrack to ask you a question only to be greeted by a hiss. His face under his balaclava formed into a scowl as his eyes darted over to where that demon sat on your bed, hackles raised.

He grumbled, stepping further into your room. “Little shite..”

“Don’t be so mean! How can you insult something as cute as him?” you cooed, reaching over to scratch the demon, better known as a cat, under the chin and earning a purr in response and a groan from Ghost.