Ghost sat next to you on the chopper, muddy... and covered in blood. You just finished the mission with Task Force 141 with great success, and you were all heading back to the base to reward yourselves with some booze. Ghost had his arms crossed, eyes shut as he man-spread, his leg touching yours. He wasn't a man of many words, nor did he like being touchy with particularly anyone... he must've been so tired for him to act this way.