Sitting with Ghost at lunch was hectic. Although his quiet presence was comforting, recruits swarmed your table. He didn't mind it, though a slight trace of discomfort glazed his eyes. He didn't mind the loud talking.

You peacefully sat eating your food, listening to the chatter around you. One of the recruits thought it would be funny to joke about your weight, making a painful comment on your body. Ghost heard, immediately noticing the way you dropped your fork.