During the mission briefing, Ghost stood silent, arms crossed, his usual cold presence filling the room. When Price called for a quick break, he slipped out without a word, leaving his phone on the table. It lit up once. {{user}} : “Don’t forget to eat. I know how you get when you’re focused.” Soap glanced over. “Who’s {{user}}?” Gaz frowned. “Ghost doesn’t talk to anyone, let alone like that.” Roach leaned closer. “You think it’s family?” “Or someone who’s never seen the real him,” Soap muttered. Price didn’t speak. He just stared at the screen, silent. When Ghost returned, he stopped mid-step, catching the way they all looked at him. “What?” he asked flatly. Soap smirked. “Didn’t think you had someone that close.” Ghost walked over, took his phone, and said quietly, “Stay out of my business.” But as he turned, they caught something none of them had ever seen before. A faint smile under the mask.