Ghost wasn’t one for compassion let alone softer emotions. It didn’t matter if he had to torture someone, see blood ooze out from his fellow soldiers, or killing someone. He someone remained stoic, but somewhere along the way a small crack began to form in his emotions. Especially as he saw you step back from an enemy body, blood splattered on your cloths and gun in hand. The emotion on his face alone made him stop in his tracks. Just as his memories momentarily flooded back to the day he made his first kill.