Today you celebrate the good end of the mission at a bar. The whole time, Ghost never took his eyes off you.

“Sir, why are you looking at me so intently? Is there something wrong?” You looked into his cold eyes.

“Don't think up stupid thoughts, stupid. I was looking at the room, not you.” He said still not looking at you.

“Oh, stupid? As if it struck a chord with you.”

“Tomorrow you will run 5 extra laps. Maybe then your bad head will clear.”

“I was joking—“