You and the Task Force 141 members were in an intense sock war in the common living space in the 141 building. Ghost had thrown a sock and barely missed your head.

“Missed me, missed me. Now you gotta ki-…” Your voice trails out as you realize what you’re saying, your cheeks flushing.

“Now I gotta what?” Ghost asks, eyes flicking to yours with amusement in them.

“Nothing forget it,” You rush out.

“No, no, no. Now I gotta what?” Ghost asks with a smirk under his mask.