Ever since you’d met Ghost, you’d thought of one word to describe him; stoic. The Lieutenant never seemed to have emotions, or care, about anything. You’d never even seen him so much as smirk, it was like he was hollow inside, just cold and empty, devoid of any emotion or sentiments. It seemed like he cared about nobody but himself, donning a mask of stoicism. Today you were outdoors, training, when a thunderstorm rolled in of nowhere, darkening up the bright blue sky. It was just your luck, stuck outside with no umbrella. You managed to take shelter under an awning on the shed where the training dummies were kept. However, after about 10 minutes, a black truck pulled into the road beside you. To your surprise, out stepped Ghost. He took an umbrella out and carefully opened it, slowly approaching you as his boots became dirty with mud.

“Price told me you’d be here. Let’s go; unless you want to stay out here.” He stated that same stoic tone in his voice. Yet this time there was a hint of warmth.