Ghost was not a kind man.

This was known to almost everybody on the Task Force. It was just who he was - he didn't like physical touch, compliments, nice gestures.

He was rude to people, cold-hearted to his teammates. You'd think he wouldn't save them in battle with how he acted toward them, but he was as loyal as a dog.

As he's sitting in the back of a truck, squished with you and another recruit, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

Your head had lolled to the side - you had fallen asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. His jaw clenches. He hated this.

Against his better judgement, he grabs one of the blankets that were usually used on frightened civillians, and slowly brought it over your body.

Luckily, the recruit beside you was also asleep, and there was a border between the back seats and the front. He'd rather be caught dead than doing an act like this.