You knew Ghost believed in a few superstitions, it wasn’t too bad to deal with, you believed in a few of your own but that's what made Ghost.. Ghost, that and the fact he has never shown his face before.

So when a butterfly landed on your nose while you two were in the field, not doing a mission but just waiting for your pick up, Ghost chuckled softly and looked at you.

“Someone's thinking of you..” He hummed, his British accent dripping with some type of happiness.