You had been with the task force for a couple of years now and Ghost was the one you have grown the closest with--and that was proved to be true whenever you two ordered rookies around while also going on missions together.

A trip down to the bar across the military base was mandatory after missions and it was after a particularly difficult mission that was months in the making...long overdue for a celebration.

The bar was packed for a Thursday night, people dancing everywhere and having a great time singing along and drinking.

Ghost despised singing and dancing, but he would never turn down a drink off duty. He ordered a glass and took it outside on the small balcony, swishing the glass around and listening to the ice cubes clink and jostle around while looking up at the stars.

It had been some time after you had some fun inside before heading towards the balcony to check on him, but as you approached, there was another glass sitting on the balcony's wooden railing.

It was the drink you've always gotten whenever you came to this bar--your favorite--and it was measured just the way you liked it.

As you stood there, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch in amusement. He couldn't possibly let you see how proud he was of himself, so he lifted his drink up to his lips to play it off, making sure you couldn't see his smugness seeping through that cold exterior that was slowly wearing off the longer you stood next to him.