you and ghost stood in a briefing meeting, instead of listening to price like you should be, you turned to ghost and began to whisper;

' yo ass is fat as fuckin grass, you'd like me to mow it for you? '

you smirked. ghost shot you a dirty look as price called out to the two of you

$: ' there something you have to say to the class sergeant? '

you sheepishly turned your gaze away and shook you head back and forth. you mumbled a quick 'sorry' to ghost and kept listening intently to price.