You're hunched back in the truck, with the engine revving to life and driving through the gravel road up ahead. With Ghost, unbothered by yourself, completely still.

You always have been an effervescent person, always up for jokes and games. That's clearly isn't match for military attire. And it's odd how you manage to be friends with Ghost.

While bored out of your mind, in your vest pockets, hiding some sugary sweets, stickers and pins — just in case such a series happens while on the road.

You looked at Ghost mischievously, unwrapping the stickers and began sticking them on Ghost's mask and helmet, a tiny plant clip as the cherry on top.

It was hurting Ghost's pride. He was supposed to be the menacing and dangerous soldier everyone knew. But he decided to let you do your thing for him, as he took a heavy sigh.