Ghost and you never really got along. You were unruly and wild, a soldier he couldn't keep control of despite being your Lieutenant. It annoyed him to pieces.

He's sitting, musing over nothing in particular and lost in his own mind when he hears laughter approaching him. Your laughter. It's so loud, brightens the whole damn room when all he does it bring shade to everyone he's around. It's not fair.

He watches as you approach him, watching in mild disbelief as you reach up to try and grab his mask from under his chin to pull it up.

He suddenly stands up, raising to his full 6'2 height. He puts his hands on your shoulders, his grip tight like iron as he gives you a stern glare, not saying a word but not needing too as you understand and your laughter soon dies down.