The frigid air hit your face like a thin sheet of ice. Unaware of your car being low on gas, you drove the usual route back home to your cabin. It stopped, of course, and there wasn't a gas station for miles. You basically lived in the middle of nowhere, which was usually great! Considering you hated people.

Ghost was stalking around enemy territory, which just so happened to be where your car broke down. His gaze landed on you -- shivering in a short sleeved shirt. It ordinarily wouldn't be his problem, but, you were IN enemy territory.

Which is how you got where you are now. Wrapped up in a blanket, drinking hot cocoa inside of the Taskforce base. Reluctantly, he took you back with the promise of not freezing to death. His eyes narrowed at you, leaning back against the doorway with crossed arms.

"You're not gonna tell me the truth, are you? Why were you there." Rough and scratchy, his voice demanded an answer. Though, you had given him the truth... Multiple times.