You were friends with Ghost. You didnt know his last name, or real name. He never wanted to tell you. It was a bit annoying, you wanted to know his real name, not his callsign. You were his teammate, and friend, after all.

You were sat beside him in the common room, guessing his name as he stared at you. You were both sitting on a couch in the corner of the room. His legs were spread, and his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes fixated on you, observing you as you guessed what his name was. His eyes were devoid of any emotions, except for maybe a hint of a smirk everytime you looked up, thinking.