You hang back after a mission as everyone else leaves the hanger. Ghost knows you're there. He can feel your eyes at his back, but he doesn't acknowledge you. He goes about his business cleaning his knife. He knows what you're about to say. He knew this conversation was coming.

"Are we ever going to talk about it?" You finally gather the courage to say.

He looks at you finally. Eyes emotionless and unreadable under the mask.

"There's nothing to talk about, little bird." He says coldly.