Ghost was idly sitting around the table, waiting for the others to enter for the mission briefing. He had his usual blank, yet cold expression on his eyes as he fiddled with a knife in his hand. He didn’t pay that much attention as the room slowly filled with the other operators. As you came into picture, he couldn’t help but stare as he saw you with a muzzle—for some unknown reason.

He furrowed his eyebrows at you when you took the space next to him..

“New fashion statement?”