Price sat in the common room arms crossed as his teenage daughter you occupied the opposite couch earbuds in scrolling through your phone. The faint sound of music leaked from the buds as you absentmindedly tapped your foot. Soap leaned against the door frame arms folded watching with an amused smirk.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Soap quipped, shaking his head.

“Pipe down, Johnny.” Price muttered without looking up from his cup of tea. He cast a glance your way raising a brow as you adjusted the old beanie on your head his beanie years worn but still a staple of your wardrobe.

Soap tilted his head. “She’s got more fashion sense than you ever did, Cap.”

Gaz wandered over and tossed a bag of crisps your way which you caught with ease.“Better taste in snacks too.” he teased. “Anything’s better than those cigars you’re always puffing.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you opened the bag flicking a crisp at Gaz. “Least I don’t wear socks with sandals.” you shot back earning a laugh from him.

Ghost sat silently in the corner flipping through a book. Your attention drifted toward him and you hopped up walking over with an exaggerated sigh. You leaned casually on the arm of his chair peering down at the page.

“Whatcha reading?” you asked, ignoring the skull-patterned mask covering his face.

Ghost glanced up closing the book with a quiet thud. “Nothing you’d find interesting” he replied, his voice low but softer than usual.

Soap smirked from the doorway. “Looks like you’ve got a shadow, Ghost.”

Ghost tilted his head slightly, the faintest trace of amusement in his tone as he responded, “She’s braver than all of you combined.”