Ghost didn’t know what hit him. He was in the Training Room, shooting possibly lead into the targets in front of him.. Then you stumble in. Thinking for a moment before you approached him. Footsteps muffled through the sound of bullet after bullet. Then you put your hands over his eyes. Causing him to falter for a second.

“What’re you doing here so late?—..“

Surprising how he wasn’t startled. He whips his head around to face you, laying his gun aside.