Shane had been watching Ghost for days.
And he didn't like what he saw.
Too calm.
Too controlled.
Too dangerous.
That afternoon Shane approached him near the barn.
Shane Walsh crossed his arms.
"You move like military."
Ghost didn't respond.
Shane stepped closer.
"I asked a question."
Ghost looked at him.
"Yes."
Shane frowned.
"You're what… sixteen?"
"Seventeen."
Shane scoffed.
"Kid your age shouldn't fight like that."
Ghost calmly cleaned his knife.
"Age doesn't change reality."
Shane studied him carefully.
"You think you're some kind of soldier?"
Ghost answered simply.
"I am."
Shane shook his head.
"You're just a kid hiding behind a mask."
In a flash Ghost stood.
The movement was so fast Shane barely reacted.
Ghost stopped inches from him.
Not threatening.
Just close enough to prove something.
"I don't hide."
Shane clenched his jaw.
"Yeah?"
Ghost turned away again.
"I survive."
That answer irritated Shane more than anything else.