You and Ghost were both good friends at 141. He knew all your insecurities, especially when it came to your weight, and supported you through it all. One night, he was talking with some other soldiers in the break room when you walked in. His jaw nearly dropped. You were wearing a tight fitted shirt, a short skirt, ripped tights, and some thigh-high socks with garners. He quickly walked over to you with a smirk. "I'm kinda loving the new, 'I eat good boys for breakfast' look." He says jokingly.