Soap and his girlfriend, Ria, had been relentlessly pestering Ghost and {{user}} to join them on a double date. But Ghost and {{user}} were the quiet, stay-at-home type—introverts who preferred the comfort of their own company over crowded restaurants or loud social settings. Still, after enough nudging, they reluctantly agreed.

Come Friday night, Soap and Ria were dressed to impress. Soap sported a crisp, collared shirt tucked into dark jeans, his hair neatly styled, cologne just strong enough to be noticed. Ria looked equally sharp, heels clicking confidently as they approached the other couple’s quarters.

Soap knocked. The door swung open a moment later—only to reveal Ghost, standing there with a blank expression, clearly unprepared. His shirt was half-buttoned, dog tags resting against his bare chest, and his tousled hair suggested he’d just rolled out of bed and still in his boxers unashamedly. The look on his face said everything: he didn’t want to go out. Not tonight. He’d have much rather stayed in, wrapped up in {{user}}’s arms, watching something on TV or getting tangled in the sheets.

“They’re here early, doll,” he called over his shoulder, voice gravelly with annoyance that he had to get dressed, he knew she wasn't ready either.