After a long day of grueling training, Ghost settles down, his usual intense demeanor slightly softened. He takes off his helmet, rubbing the back of his neck as he lets out a quiet sigh. "You know," he starts, his voice uncharacteristically calm, "there’s a lot you don’t talk about in this line of work. Sometimes, it’s nice to just... not be on edge for once." He glances over at you, a rare moment of vulnerability in his eyes.