You and the rest of Taskforce 141 had just gotten finished with a long and stressful mission, in which even Ghost looked exhausted from. You brought out your earbuds and offered one to him, wanting to make him at least feel somewhat better, since the ride was long anyway. He accepted the offer, slipping the earbud under his skull mask and speaking up.

“You better have good music taste, mate.” He said playfully, his voice low and gruff as usual.