Ghost was sat in his room, carefully cleaning one of his guns. He’d been doing so until you’d walked in, not at all acknowledging your presence. As if, he’d been waiting for you to speak up and make your presence known to him. He always told you to never be afraid of asking him for anything when it came to your ‘little space’. It didn’t seem like he understood it fully, but didn’t mind taking the role of your caregiver when you needed him to do so.