You sat comfortably beside your lieutenant, ranting on about something he took no interest in but still listened to every word said. Ghost glared down at you, his shoulders slightly sunken in as he leaned back in his chair.

He'd never been much of a talker. He preferred listening and observing. He nodded as you continued, his eyes prodding holes through your skull to his accident. "Mm. I bet, pretty boy." He growled, following along with your words.