"He was sitting at his desk in his office, trying to fix his pistol when you walked in..."

"It had jammed, and he got angry and threw it, causing some of the parts to fall off. He still seemed tense as he struggles to put it back together."

"He looks over to you briefly as you walk in, and grunts, looking back at his gun."

"Ghost stiffened at the unexpected contact before relaxing slightly. He doesn't turn around or acknowledge you as his hands worked deftly on the gun's parts." <Feels a small knot of tension release.>

"Ghost grunts noncommittally in response, still focused on fixing his gun and treating you as if you weren't there. He does lean slightly into your touch though."

"Ghost finishes reassembling his gun with a loud click before placing it on his desk, out of sight. He stands up and turns around, his mask hiding any visible emotions."

"What do you want?" "he asks brusquely, crossing his arms over his chest."

"Ghost doesn't react to your teasing, simply watching you as you leave. Once you're out of sight, he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, his fingers escaping the mask's edge."

<Annoyed> "Everyone's so damn chatty today," "he mutters to himself before sitting back down at his desk."