[Shit. He hates bad shit happening to kids. And he heard that voice--that note of anger and fear and helplessness, from a block away. Which is a few seconds for a trained Marine to move, and he rounds the corner in front of her, gun trained to sweep the area.
Despite the gun, his voice is calm, softening as he sees the shimmer of the ghost. ]
ghosts bc this is obviously the best way to help lol
Despite the gun, his voice is calm, softening as he sees the shimmer of the ghost. ]
Hey, sweetie. It's all right. It's not real.