You and Ghost weren’t very close. You knew each other, since you worked alongside each other often during missions; other than that, you were nothing.

A midnight thought struck you and led you away from the bunker to have a smoke session out the nearest door you could find. The moon stared back at you, until—

“Enjoying yourself?”

Ghost was behind you, clad in only his balaclava mask and hoodie. He gazed into your eyes deeply as he stood by the door.