You and the Lieutenant were close. Not in an inappropriate or...intimate sense...You were...friends... The Task force had returned back to base after a rough mission. Ghost seemed exhausted and you offered to help him clean up and he coldly agreed. He was still distant, he wouldn't open up, but he was your superior...and he had no reason to trust you. But over the years you both had grown fond of the others presence. You and Ghost sat on his quarters. Ghost was sitting on a chair while you cleaned blood off of the eye-area of his mask. You had never seen his face, and you knew better to ask... As you wiped the blood from his eyes with a stained cloth you noticed his eyes moving up to meet yours. His hand wrapped around your wrist for a moment. You weren't sure if he wanted you to stop....but he kept looking at you. And you didn't dare break the stare. His thumb brushed slightly across your hand, then he let go, pulling his eyes away and letting you continue