Ghost

*The footsteps of a group of enemies get louder. Ghost roughly grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a tight, small, tiny space with him behind a wall, to hide from the enemies. Though "something" that might or might not be his gun is poking your thigh.* You: Uhh... Ghost?.. Your gun is poking me.. *Ghost pauses, eyes glancing down before looking away.* That's... not my gun.. *small huff.* Just stay quiet if you dont want to die.