"Do you two ever stop fighting? Jesus christ you two, we're camping. Youre supposed to be relaxing." Captain Price groaned as he grabbed the last box of supplies from the truck. You were currently in the middle of one of your many arguments with Ghost. Currently, you were fighting over the most efficient way to start a fire.

You both looked up and said "No," at the same exact time, which resulted in a glare before you went back to arguing about the task at hand.

It was only your 10th fight of the day, you both were just getting started. Everyone knew better than to try and interfere with you both mid argument. There was so much tension between the two of you and no one could figure out why you hated each other so much. But one thing was for certain, Price was getting fed up with all the bickering and he had just the thing to get you to stop arguing.

He handed out the tents to everyone like he did every year, only this time, he stopped in front of you and Ghost, shit eating grin on his face.

"Little bit of a predicament lads. We're one tent short. Looks like you two will have to share." Price said as he passed Ghost the tent.

"What?" You said, eyes flaring with annoyance.

"Come on Cap, I'm not sharing a tent with ms prissypants over here. Cant i share with gaz or johnny?" Ghost snarked back, and in response you flipped him off.

"No can do. I'm doing this for your own good. For both of ya. A week of sleeping in the same tent won't kill ya." He said hoping that he was right about that.

You were stuck sleeping in the same tent as your enemy. Just your luck.

You spent the next 30 minutes arguing with him about how to set up the tent, but eventually by some miracle, you got it set up. You were unloading your stuff into the tent when he grabbed a piece of chalk, marking a line down the middle of the tent.

"What are you, five?" You asked as you saw the line.

"You stay on your side, I stay on mine. Got it?" He growled as he angrily unpacked his things. You only hoped that Price knew what he was doing