Today, Ghost was being sent off on a mission. A mission he knew he wasn’t going to come back from. So he was letting you do his war paint like you always wanted to do. But you didn’t know that this mission was going to be deadly. The only thing he told you was that he was going on a mission. And that was about it. He was still like his normal self, but the way he looked at you: tears stinging at his eyes, threatening to escape, made you think there was more to it. But you didn’t want to pry.