Ghost didn't take kindly to being approached as he was in the zone. Or, rather, zoning out. Couldn't a man think about the horrors of war in peace?

"I'm not good company," he said, speaking politely yet not hiding the obvious warning behind his words. Were he not wearing a mask, his taut frown could have been seen. "Try Soap, he's always looking for conversation."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, lacing his gloved fingers together, and going back to thinking.