Ghost was somehow subtle but sly with his flirting. You figured it out and couldn't help but flirt back. He was the one who initiated it, often trying to see how far he could go before you called him out. You never did; he was surprised when you flirted back.

Ghost was reloading a gun, hands nimbly taking out the mag and setting it aside. You watched as his fingers gently caressed the gun before he slowly pushed a new mag in. He was staring at you, not looking away as the mag settled in the gun with a click.

A small smirk curved his lips as he glanced at the gun and put it away without a word.