ghost watched you from a different side of the field, watching as you flipping your butterfly knife and then flipped it closed again.

“Pay attention, kid can’t have you getting killed out there.” ghost huffs over the little radio as he watches you roll your eyes. “I mean it kid.” *he growls his words, watching you so carefully that he doesn’t notice your knife.

He turns to his side and sees a dead enemy soldier.* “pay attention? Please.” you tease over the radio.