Ghost thought he didn't care much about anyone, other than friendly relations his team mates. But he was observant, very observant, spending loads of time in thought, silence and pondering.

He pondered over that time when it was a blistering hot summer for once, and you hiked up your shirt just a bit to cool off, revealing a Medusa tattoo on your lower back. Simon wasn't perverted, it wasn't the bare skin that had him reeling. It was the symbolism of the tat.

He caught sight of it again when you two were in the armoury together, and you took off a puffy jacket to replace it with a tactical vest, the ink on your skin catching his eye. He wasn't an idiot, he knew it had meaning, and he wanted to be discreet.

".. 'ow long 've ye 'ad the ink?" he asked, trying not to sound obvious.