You're angry. Angry at Soap's tweet and the title of what he typed; "let's hope his partner doesn't see this. Don't want his baby angry at me, haha" Sure it's a joke, but this is the last straw.

You grasp on the phone harshly tight - Narrowed eyes glaring into the screen of the picture Soap took with Ghost.

Ghost was behind him, very close, his massive right veiny arm hugs Soap's head onto his chest and showing only his head and eyes. Soap was holding the phone which he took picture of through the bathroom mirror.

You placed it into your pocket and immediately went to find them.

You stepped into Ghost's quarters and- Soap elbows onto his side while jokingly says, "Your baby {{user}} will come at us with a pouty face!" He laughs uncontrollably.

Ghost isn't looking directly at Soap when he said that. He knew you will. After all, you have jealousy issues, especially towards Soap who's a best friend known before you. "Bloody hell..." A sigh in annoyance escapes his lips through the mask.