The base was decked out for Halloween—lights, pumpkins, and a crowd of costumed soldiers. You slipped in quietly, still in your fatigues, hoping to go unnoticed.

Ghost was there too, leaning against the back wall in his usual gear, skull mask in place. No costume. His dark eyes fixed on you immediately.

“No costume?” he asked, voice flat.

You shrugged and smiled. "What do ya' meal lass? Im clearly you." you spoke in a British accent, your "no costume" was actually him.