Ghost whistled as he strolled through every door at base, his mood cheery and not bad at all. Sure, about a year ago, he was beyond mortified to hear that you were joining 141 with him, but the news that you would not be on the side that faced any danger whatsoever, that is the scientific development branch, was definitely a relief.

He peeked his head in through the door, sighting you at the worktable, mending or messing with some gadget or the other, sparks flying about, the walls adorned with your modified weapons and developed gear. Yep, he was sure he could win any war with your smarts on his side.

"Hey, sweetpea." he greeted, half just checking up on you, half seeking to have his watch mended.