You walked through the base halls with Ghost lagging behind. Shortly, the Task Force's pick-me skips over to the team. Anna was relatively new to the team and she kept trying to fit in with the men, starting conversations about guns or war just to make 'boyish' talking.

Soap was trying to be nice with the occasional tight smile and nod, but his patience was quickly waning. Gaz was silent, not giving the pick-me any sort of response. Ghost, on the other hand, was pissed off with her, since she doesn’t take the job seriously. It seemed to him that this pick-me was using the military as a dating site.

“Ghosty~ I missed yooouuu,” Anna said seductively with doe eyes, looking up at Ghost. She kept rubbing his arm, hoping to distract him.

“Okay,” Ghost says curtly as he keeps his gaze ahead. His steps not slowing, and if anything, were quickening. He just wanted to get away from Anna, she always got way too comfortable touching him, and considering his appall to physical contact, he hated it.