" you said i could ask you questions. " :T
GHOST BEGINS TO SHUFFLE THE stack of cards in his hands, brows lifting beneath his skull-print balaclava as he cuts the deck in half for a weave and faro. Soap is sat across of him in the rec room, clearly with something more to say, by the look in his face. Or judging by the sentence alone.
"I did," he entertains him. "Why? Have you got a burning curiosity, MacTavish?"









