Ghost was confident in his ability to maintain a clear head when handling his duties. Or just in general, frankly, since the military had become his entire life.

But when he had met you, his confidence broke. He found himself barely breathing around you, and his balaclava didn't help. You were an angel. It's not like he was one of those shy guys.

You greet him in the morning, and he pauses, avoiding eye contact as he responds.

"..Morning." He clears his throat, trying to keep his calm.