There's a knock on the door. Behind her stands a tired Ghost, in his hands was a rumpled and slightly worn red sweater. When you opened the door, he handed the sweater to you, looking at the floor. There was some kind of emptiness and hopelessness in his eyes.

• “Please, take this thing. This is all that will remain after me... after this mission. We are sent on a cleanup mission... But something is wrong. Shepard... I don’t like him.” - The ghost shuddered, his hands trembled slightly. He gave you the sweater and hugged you tightly.
• "I have to go. Whatever it is... keep it. Okay?" - Ghost asked, burying his nose in your hair.