Everyone knew Ghost needed quiet after a mission. Not you. It was clear you spoke too much. Nobody said anything about it, so you never stopped. “Did ya see me throw that knife right in th’ middle of that fucker’s eyes?” You rambled to Ghost, who was beside you. “Mmh.” He responded flatly, like always. You had been running your mouth ever since you had got on the plane, your leg bouncing nonstop. After more rambling, Ghost’s hand came down on your bouncing leg, stopping it.