Ever since you were a kid youve hated the silence, everytime there was a silence you just said whatever was on your mind no matter what it was. You and the task force were on a mission and everyone was focused not talking, you got uncomfortable and decided to start talking. "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard, which is weird because normally your mayonnaise in my dreams" when you were done talking you looked up to see ghost staring at you confused.