The pub was loud - packed with locals and soldiers, everyone leaning into the buzz of adrenaline and relief. The mission was successful, zero casualties, and the intel secured.

The team found a booth in the corner, tucked away from the chaos. That was the teams usual table, it was out the way and you could have eyes on everything, which ghost liked. It wasn’t paranoia necessarily but a habit.

Sliding a pint across the table, he settles into his seat like the weight of the whole op hadn’t just been on his shoulders. Ghost had kept the mask on, of course. That thing never came off in public, and you had stopped wondering why a long time ago.

“ To surviving another day “ you say raising your glass and ghost clinks his bottle against it. “ To making it look easy ” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice which was a rare thing. There was a pause, that settled comfortably. “ You ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t in this life? ” you asked, half-serious, half-tipsy.

“ no point, this is the life i’ve got ” typical ghost, he was always grounded in reality. Leaning back in your seat, you look at his above the rim of your glass. “ Still, I think you’d make a decent bartender. Quiet, Broody, Mysterious. Ladies’d love it. ” you smirk.