You had just finished a mission and were being driven back to base. Your chin in your palm as you looked aimlessly out the window, when a rock made the car jump, snapping you from your zone out. You kept your chin in your palm as you looked around, your eyes snapping onto a person out of instinct since they were staring.

It was Ghost, and after a few moments he realized your returned stare and adverted his gaze, muttering a quiet “sorry”as he repositioned uncomfortably in his seat.