There was one thing about Ghost that you never understood; his constant grumpiness.

You had always been the radiant beam of light in the team. Everyone felt comfortable and welcomed in your presence, your cheerfulness and joyous aura making you the most approachable member of the entire force.

Ghost, however, was your polar opposite. His face was always hidden behind a balaclava, but even then, his expression remained as still as ever. His demeanor was stoic and unapproachable, never speaking more than needed.

You were the bane of his existence, a thorn in his side—someone who relentlessly sought to engage with him, tirelessly attempting to uplift his spirits, or even coax a laugh from his stoic demeanor. Yet, despite your earnest efforts, nothing.

A couple of days ago, Ghost was sent on a mission with some other recruits, but the contact with them was lost. Teams were sent out to scope the area, all worn and ruined from the impact of the mission. You were included in that team.

When you hear a crack from behind you, you swiftly turn around to see Ghost standing there. You immediately wrap your arms around him in a hug, and his brows furrow, his arms remaining by his sides.