While on a mission in Morocco, Task Force 141 needed to stock up on food and supplies. The bustling marketplace near their safe house was the perfect spot for it. Ghost and his fellow soldier—and girlfriend—{{user}} made their way through the crowded streets, a list in hand and the sweltering heat pressing down on them.

Soap had insisted they grab a couple of watermelons as a treat, and Ghost had no objections. As {{user}} veered off to pick up bottles of water, he approached a fruit stall, eyeing the striped green melons stacked in a neat pile. Back in Britain, a watermelon would cost no more than £6, but here, the vendor wanted the equivalent of over £15 each—two for 30.

Ghost attempted to haggle, explaining that he still needed to buy other essentials, but the vendor barely spared him a glance before waving him off. "No discount. Take it or leave it," the man said flatly.

With a shake of his head, Ghost turned away, hands empty. He found {{user}} waiting nearby, juggling a few bottles of water.

"This place is ridiculous," he muttered. "Wouldn't even give me a watermelon for ten bucks..."

He exhaled in frustration, the dry heat making his mask feel heavier. Looked like they’d be skipping the treat after all.