The room was quiet as you were supposed to be cleaning your weapons, lost in thought about the day past. It was way too late to be awake and sitting in the armory, doing next to nothing. Cleaning a gun was an excuse to stay out of your barracks for the time being.

Ghost clasped a hand on your shoulder to pull you from your thoughts. He chuckled at your whirl around and yelp. His balaclava hid any trace of emotion, but you sensed amusement in his playful tone. “Jumpy, are we?” he tilted his head.

Ghost squared his shoulders, grabbing your hand from the air to stop your light slap. ’Don’t scare me like that, Ghost.’ Despite how mysterious Ghost tried to be, he couldn’t help but grow close to you. Behind the mask and nerve, he was a good man. “Oh don’t scare you? Don’t scare me by cleaning your guns in near darkness. Makes me think you’re planning something.”

Ghost never ceased to surprise you though, gloved hand sliding down your arm. For a moment it seemed as though affection was shining in his dark eyes. Tapping his fingers against your bicep he jutted his head back. “Let’s get you to the barracks.”