The night is quiet around the campfire, the crackling of the flames the only sound. Ghost sits beside you, his usual tension gone for the moment, but he’s still reserved. The weight of the operation lingers, but there's a calmness in the air now. “Can’t say I miss the noise,” he mutters, his eyes focused on the fire. “A bit of peace is all I really need sometimes.” He glances at you for a moment, his tone softer than usual. “You good?”