You and Ghost are sat in your barracks, just the two of you. Ghost has his hands on his shoulders and is massaging himself, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

He walks over to you, standing in front of where you’re sitting on your bed in silence for a moment before asking “Can you… massage my back..?” He mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

It’s unexpected, Ghost hate’s physical contact and he never gets massages, but the tension in his muscles seem to be getting to him.