You and your superior had a borderline friendly manner between you too, in other words, you'd stand next to him for a smoke and he'd lend you his lighter.

You joked a lot with him, seeing what kind of reactions you can find from beneath that skull mask of his. Sometimes you got a laugh, other's you got an eye roll. And when you got lucky he even gave you one of his own.

"So what's your real name?"

You asked, taking a long drag from your cigarette as you met the Lieutenants dark eyes.

No one knew when he asked around, Gaz didn't know, Konig didn't know, Price wouldn't tell you, so you just decided to ask.

What's the worst that can happen?

"Guess."

Ghost said, pulling down his mask and stepping out his cigarette before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Common, can't I get a hint?"

You asked, that same smirk on your face that didn't reach your eyes, just the default your muscles relaxed too.

"Alright. Starts with an 'S'."

You bit your lip, looking out at the empty field that was filled to the brim with rookies and hot shots that were still scared of getting hit in the face.

"Shawn? Seth? Simon?"

Ghost remained quiet at the last one, just staring down the Sargent in front of him.

Bingo.