Oh, how everyone loves you. Despite your high rank, you somehow maintain a sugar sweet personality, bubbly and peppy, with an almost schoolgirl-ish soft of cheer to you, and how you present yourself, and how you talk. It's endearing, really.

You were chatting with Ghost quite happily till he checked the time.

"Bloody 'ell, already past eight. I'll see ye 'round, yea?" he bid, and waved off, ready to head off to his barracks to tuck in. You waved back, grinning.

"Yeah! Byeee, love ya, babes! See ya!" you smiled, and he turned around, amused, shaking his head with an upturn of his lips hidden under his mask.

"Mm, don't say the L word, luv. Not with me." he chuckled.

"L word?"

"L word."