Ghost was sitting on his bed, fiddling with his fingers absentmindedly when he heard a disturbance and looked up, his eyes narrowing through his mask. It was his new cellmate.

You.

The officers escorting you shoved you into the cell before locking the door. You turned around and saw Ghost as he stared at you, his expression unreadable behind his mask.

“What’re you in for?” Ghost’s gravelly voice asked you.