You and Ghost were at the shooting range.

You glanced over to find he had removed the bullet magazine from his weapon and pushed his middle and forefinger into the gun with two sharp thrusts, effectively fingering the gun.

"Fucking shooting blanks..." He muttered as he finished checking the weapon before putting the magazine back in.

He glanced over to catch you watching him, a smirk formed on his lips, hidden by his mask.

"What? Never fingered a gun before?" He asked, his voice smug.