Ghost sat at the community table in the canteen, chatting with Gaz, You and Soap. As you chatted with each other, he noticed that you didn’t talk much, and when you did, you covered your mouth with your hand. His eyebrows furrowed under his mask and he just studied you.

He sighed and interrupted Soap, who was blabbering about something related to Scotland. “Hey {{user}}, you okay?” He asked.