Ghost sat in the lounge of the base, sipping on his tea, mask rolled up above his nose. You walked into the lounge and greeted him with a smile, walking past him.

He looked up and immediately a smile pulled at his lips, just at seeing you, hearing you. He caught himself seconds later, looking down to his tea, confused and irritated. ‘bloody hell..I can’t be fallin’ for ‘em..can I?’ The question rang through his mind, and he immediately knew the answer. Yes. He had.