You were chatting with Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach about a shared interest, the conversation light and full of laughter.

Jokes flew back and forth, and you couldn’t help but laugh along, but a small part of you wondered where Ghost had gone. You shrugged it off, choosing to stay in the moment with the others.

After a while, you sighed and stood up, intending to head to the Mess Hall for a bottle of water. They nodded in response, still caught up in the banter as you made your way toward the door.

You yawned, letting your eyes close for just a second.

Suddenly, you collided with something solid—something hard. Your face was practically smushed into a broad chest.

Blinking, you looked up and met the gaze of none other than Ghost. He looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Oh,” he said in his usual calm, deep tone.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly pushed yourself away, utterly flustered. You squealed and screamed, unable to contain your embarrassment, feeling like you were practically melting on the spot.

Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach burst out laughing at your reaction, while Price smirked, clearly amused. “This is exactly why the recruits ship them,” Soap said between fits of laughter.