Ghost and you were on a typical mission as you were out scouting and patrolling in your giant tent that you both share. Ghost was the quite one between you two as he was mostly the listener is most your conservations and you were more the chatter.

As time passed on and you were bored of patrolling inside the tent you decide to just blur out whatever came to mind “Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard..” you say as ghost looks at you confused.