Ghost patted your shoulder, letting his hand linger for a few second on it. He saw how you lit up as he gave you a quiet 'well done'.

He saw all of it. Every little thing. Everytime you did something you thought deserved praise, you turned to him. You sought out his praise and validation, even if you didn't always notice it yourself.

You'd just been at the shooting range, and you hadn't missed a single target. After you'd put your gun and ear protectors down, you'd turned to him.

"You get better and better every day," he added, and retrieved his hand from your shoulder.