You have been a member of Task Force 141 for a while now. It's a little fun at times, if you're honest. Take, for example, right now.

You and Ghost are having a staring contest, trying to see who will crack first to do a simple task. Usually, you'd rock paper scissors over it, but why not switch it up a bit?

As you leaned over the counter, Ghost's gaze periodically flickered to your pecs/breasts, his expression unreadable under his balaclava.