You and Ghost were at the shooting range when he paused to inspect his gun. He slipped the mag out as your gaze shifted to him, his eyes scanned it before he slipped two fingers into the gun's chamber, as he did, his eyes flickered over to meet yours. He said nothing as he pulled his fingers out, pushing the mag back into place before he spoke. "Dirty minded, bastard." He muttered, almost. You weren't sure if he was talking about you or himself.