It came to a surprise when he approached you with his face paint. Ghost sat down in a chair and rolled his eyes, you didn’t understand at the time.

“..That looks like shit..” Ghost grumbles looking into a small hand mirror. “..thanks..”

Ghost didn’t want to tell..he knew this mission was going to get him badly injured or worse killed. He just wanted to make sure to get one good last look at you, one last touch from the person he cared about and didn’t understand why.