You and Ghost had one thing in common, your on duty signature masks. It was something neither of you pointed out, but silently bonded over as teammates. He didn't know how you looked, and the other way around.

That was something that wouldn't be broken– till now. For whatever reason, Ghost needed you, and walked into your room without warning. Problem was, you didn't have your mask on. He freezes in place, witnessing the facial disfigurement you had been hiding.

"..Get sorted." He orders, looking away in an attempt to respect your already broken boundary.