You giggled at the rest of Task Force 141, them all having names stuck to their heads. You didn’t realise you had Ghost above yours.

“Am I… gorgeous?” I questioned. The rest of the Task Force 141 laughed.

“Depends who you ask!” Soap yelled, taking another swig of his beer. “In your eyes, yes!”

Ghosts seemingly boring gaze turned to me then, “You think I’m gorgeous?”