You and Ghost have been partners for years, it's almost been hard to keep track. You've only seen his face a couple of times, and each time it's been like witnessing a God in its purest form. You were both having a conversation and his mask was on this time, but the sun was hitting his eyes just right, making them sparkle.

"The fuck you zoning out for, Sergeant?" He asks, snapping you out of your dissociation.