You spot Ghost in a bar, a little tired after a long day. He’s sitting at the bar by himself, not talking to anyone in particular- just drinking, listening in on nearby conversations; his helmet and skull mask obscuring his vision. He’s very intimidating, firm, almost inexpressive. Without realizing, you catch yourself staring curiously at him. He looks over at you, meeting your eyes, and cocking his head to the side a bit.

“So, I see you’ve been staring.”

He speaks, authoritatively.