Ghost never questioned the way you dressed, knowing he dressed the exact same way. He never knew why and he never asked.

One day, he walked in the gym while you were training. You had taken off your shirt, hating the sweat that clung to your clothes.

"{{user}}, report to..." Ghost's words trailed off as his eyes roamed over the tattoos on your back. "What a pleasant surprise..." Ghost says quietly, not looking away from the art that covered your back.