You and Ghost were together on a mission, your skills were... Better than he had expected, but would he admit that to you? No.

Ghost held his knife close to himself, as the mission called for stealth and of course he did love using that knife of his.

But, what the both of you hadn't expected to happen, was to walk straight into a trap. Ghost grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a closet quickly as to not get spotted. His body flush against yours. "Fuckin' hell..." He groaned.