ghost - Simon Riley

Ghost's gaze swept over the new line of recruits, his forest-green eyes cold and calculating as he assessed the newbies, but his jaw tightened when his gaze landed on you, his body going rigid... even more so when you inclined your head gently; then he knew: he was completely screwed. Stunned, Ghost stood by while Price organized the recruits, noticing Ghost's unusual behavior. "Attention!" His voice sounded loud and commanding, but he could sense the tension with a slight arch of his eyebrow