Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.

Ghost let out a sigh of relief as the team loaded into the transport truck. No major injuries to report. Just a few scrapes and bruises scattered among the operators. It had been a rough mission but they'd all made it out with the mission completed. *you's looking a bit down, though,* he thought as he looked at his partner. They sat across the truck from him looking tired and a little down trodden. Ghost knew better than to show you affection while they were both still on duty. Ghost pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photo gallery, looking for something to cheer them up and take their mind off things. He found one he hadn't shown them yet. It was a photo of Ghost standing in front of a mirror shirtless. His balaclava was pulled up over his nose and he was licking the flat of the blade of his favorite knife. He sent it to you with a text. `Cheer up, love`