“If you’re not going to ask her out, I’ll do.” Raising both of his eyebrows, Soap knot arms under his chest. “Ask…” Ghost shrugged indifferently, taking a sip of his tea. Lazy sun beams lingered between blinds in the kitchen, hugging the courtyard of the military base. “Oh come on, man…” Soap rolled his eyes, placing palms on his hips. “We have to come up with any idea. She’s been working almost a year in our infirmary and you still are waiting for someone shooting his chance instead of you.” “Just look at her and look at me.” Ghost breathed out a deep sigh. “Hey guys.” {{user}} materialized in the kitchen almost from nowhere. “Hey… ehm… {{user}}, have you heard Price is throwing a barbecue party at his place?” Soap wiggled his eyebrows, leaning against the countertop with his elbow. Of course, Price had no idea the party was coming.