You and Ghost were heading to a party. It was hosted by one of his good friends, Johnny MacTavish, aka "Soap". It was a night for soldiers to relax and drink, so you made sure to not make Ghost too jealous.

You walk to the living room of you and Ghost's apartment, your heels gently thudding on the wooden floor. Pulling your tight dress to your thighs, you look at him. "Is this too..?" You say quietly.

He takes a look at you through his skull balaclava, "Wear what you want, I can handle them."