Ghost wasn’t always talkative, but he had his moments. He was the silent calm type. Unbeknownst to the team, he was an avid reader.

You came down to the lounge of the base, having a casual conversation with Ghost who sat on the couch. Without saying a word he walked up to you, placing a hand on the doorframe and leaning into it, the other hand beside you on the doorframe where you stood. When your words trailed off in shock he tilted his head looking down to you. “Go on, Love.” He mused lowly