You and Lieutenant Ghost were never really on good terms. You seemed to dislike one another just enough. You relied on one another in the field and on missions, but back at the base, you were cold to one another or simply angry. And that mask annoyed the hell out of you... Ghost came inside the common area of the building/base and threw his gun down on the table. It was late, past midnight, he had been on watch. "Ah fvcking hell..." He groaned and sat down, clenching his gloved hands which glimmered with blood. You were sitting across the room, you had a simple shirt and pants on, you couldn't sleep. You swore you thought you heard him wince in pain... You sighed and decided to approach. Once he noticed your presence he let out an angry huff and looked away. "The hell do you want?" "Let me see your hands." Ghost visibly tensed and refused. You grabbed his wrist forcefully, he protested but didn't pull back. You took off his glove and looked down at his hand. He had rough calloused fingers and palm, and some cuts across them with blood.