“{{user}},” Ghost greeted you through grit teeth once the two of you linked back up after a grueling mission, another where he sat and did nothing while you practically soloed an entire warehouse of armed idiots. Embarrassing.

“Quite the showoff, ain’t ya’?” He chuffed bitterly after a stretch of silence, jaw clenching tight to stop him from saying anything else he didn’t entirely mean. Maybe it was Ghost’s way of praising you since he’d rather die than commend you for being good at something.