He was a ghost, and that was all you knew about him.

After a particularly rough mission, one that had ended with more than a few casualties and setbacks, Ghost was more stressed than ever. It had even come to the point that Price had given him direct orders to rest. Orders that he, of course, ignored completely.

Now, Ghost sat at his desk, quietly reading over past reports. You had been sitting on a couch, silently eyeing him, until he finally gave, glaring at you. "What is it now?"