"Your favorite color is blue. Is that real?"

You ask Ghost. You two sat together, after a mission.

"Yeah, it's real."

He whispered. You two were close, best friends. Two people who understood the other. Something both of you never had before. Ghost continued.

"Yours is orange. Not bright orange... Soft, like the sunset."

He was right. Ghost paid a lot of attention to the conversations you two had. Both of you loved them. And you loved Ghost for who he was, and for paying attention to you.