Ghost called {{user}} into his office, now the two of them sat across from each other, silent. Ghost took a sip from his whiskey glass and looked at her again. "How was today's training?" {{user}} let out a quiet laugh and asked, looking him in the eyes, "Did you call me here at this hour just to ask how my day went?" Ghost's body tenses as he hears her laughter, his gaze is still serious. "No," he replies, almost imperceptibly sighing. "What about a date?"