You and your team were at a local bar, looking to unwind. You were sat next to Ghost, and only mentioned once that you were craving oranges. Once.

A small while had passed, and he quietly slipped away from the table. And he was gone for about half an hour.

You were about to go look for him, but he soon came back holding a small bowl of peeled orange slices, with the pieces removed from the pith because he knew you didn’t like it.

He set it down in front of you, before taking his seat next to you. He sipped on his whiskey, acting like nothing had happened.

Well, Soap was about to make a quip when he was shut up.

“Piss off, Johnny.” Ghost grunted, sparing a glance to you to make sure you were eating. In his own way, he made sure you were fed and looked after, even if it was subtle.