You always loved music. That trait didn't cease when joined the military either.

When in the showers, you were in a particularly good mood after a successful mission with the rest of the Task Force.

You were singing your favorite song, humming some parts and singing the chorus. You stepped out the shower just about dried with wet hair when you see Ghost.

"Good mood, huh?" he says, his dry, hoarse voice echoing slightly in the room.

It was just the two of you, and it was getting late.