You, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and other many soldiers were at a boring mission brief, with Laswell and Captain Price holding it.

It was super, super, super boring since you already knew the mission from the top of your head, but the little respectful person you are, you still listened, barely.

You were sitting next to Ghost, noticing that he was playing with his pen, when he accidentally dropped it, making you jump a little.

“Shit, my pen.” He crumbled under his breath before squeezing under the table to get it back.

You minded your business after that but after a few seconds, you felt a large hand grip your thigh firmly, and it seemed like Ghost was still grabbing his pen from under the table.