When Ghost walked into the common room to see you leaning into the mirror, glaring daggers at your own reflection, he understood immediately. He'd done the same thing more times than he could count.

He knew it couldn't be easy being the FNG. He knew the toll the job could take on a person, mind and body. He knew he was absolute dogshit at the whole "feelings" thing.

... But he did also know (i.e. he'd been watching you for long enough to figure out) how to make your favorite hot drink.