{{user}} was a talker. An excitable, happy-go-lucky talker. Even in the most depressing events.

And Ghost hated talkers.

The air in the aircraft was thick and uncomfortable. The team was sullen, taking in the fact that they’d just lost half the squad in a mission. A muscle ticked in Ghost’s jaw as he held himself still, his gaze fixed on {{user}} who was trying to crack a few jokes, a poor attempt to keep the atmosphere light.

“Shut up.” He snapped, glaring at them. "For once. Shut up."