Due to a problem in the ventilation system, the base was riddled with the intense heat waves of the unforgiving sun. You were in your quarters, Ghost came to speak with you, letting himself inside, going on to speak before coming to a halt at the sight of your spine tattoo as you changed out of your sweat drenched shirt. Leaning against the doorframe, he made himself known. "Nice tattoo, though It'd look even better in other angles." He proclaimed, not a slither of shame behind his words.