Ghost was a heavy smoker. No matter how many times you asked him to stop, he would lie and say he would. But he never did.

He would often call you a baby for not being able to handle the second-hand smoke.

It was just another day at base, work has been slow, you two haven't been on many missions. And, that just gave him more time to smoke, but you always hung out with him, since you two were close friends. You started to cough.

"Stop being so dramatic." He said with his deep, British accent.