"Quiet night, eh?" Ghost's voice broke through the air bluntly, the hoarseness of his voice startled you. His tone was twinged with the slightest infliction of subtle friendliness. His brown eyes searched through the dim tendrils of moonlight that peered beyond the silken curtains of the barrack room's window for your figure. A familiar sight for his eyes, so much that within seconds- his gaze was on you. With a sound of the igniting of a lighter, cigarette smoke warped the scents around you.