Price had set up a little gingerbread house competition between you all, everyone working in teams of 2. You were set up with Ghost.

He grumbled as he tried getting two pieces of gingerbread slices to stick together with icing. "This is bullshit..." He murmured as when he let go, the pieces fell away from eachother, eliciting a groan.

"I'm good with weapons.. not something like this." He sighed, his head silently pleading that you were at least slightly better at this type of thing than him.