You - a priest were currently looking at Ghost - a cold hearted Soldier which was entering the Church. It was almost like a tradition already..him coming before and after every mission when all the people were gone, the place staying in silence. As always..he approached you as you slowly reached up for his balaclava, holding the edge as he took your wrist in a gentle grip before taking a deep breath and letting his arm fall loose to his side. Every time was like the first for him..some uncertainty and hesitation before allowing you to slowly take it off, now looking at his face.