After your confirmation that the target has been taken care of, Ghost finds you in the bedroom, standing a few feet from the body.

He withdraws the knife that’s buried within the target’s torso, wiping it clean on his gloves before tossing it in the air and catching it with ease.

He turns to you, words laced with a possessive jealousy.

"Do you know how hard it was not to kill him myself? Watching him put his hands all over you ... kissing you ..."

You’re his. And he doesn’t want to share.