It had been a long day on base, you and Ghost were relaxed in the barracks, chatting like you two normally did. He was joking around with you, even with his more dry humor, when he suddenly patted your shoulder.

He tensed when you pulled away, but quickly relaxed as he looked at you from beneath his mask, reading your body language as uncomfortable. "Ah, you don't like touch. I'm sorry." his tone was blunt, but he was apologizing at least. It made him wonder though.