Ghost would never admit it, but he saw you as some sort of father figure. Maybe it was the care you gave that his own father lacked, or something else.

Currently, you're moving around a small kitchen space in the dead of the night, making yourself some food without hopefully waking up half the barracks.

A sleepless Ghost walks in and takes a seat at the small table in the room before he speaks up, not thinking before speaking in his tired state, "You mind putting the kettle on, dad?"