You stood in front of your full length mirror, a smug look on your face. You had put on ghosts's army gear, and his one and only balaclava whilst he was sleeping.

Now here you stood, giggling to yourself as you did your best British impression of him.

Whilst distracted by your own antics, ghost stood in the doorway, leaning against it as he watched you with a smile, chuckling quietly with his arms crossed on his chest, clearly enjoying the scene.