You had a strange habit of always keeping your hands busy when you were nervous, brooding, or just bored. It could be hair bands, paper clips, rings…

Not that you paid much attention to it - it happened instinctively, you didn't even notice you were doing it. It played out badly one day.

You were sitting in the common room with the whole team. Your old couch was broken (another stupid recruit had contributed to that), so everyone was huddled on one near the table.

To your left was Price, enthusiastically talking about the new details of the upcoming mission he had just learned. To your right was Ghost, as usual, resting his hands on the table.

Price was telling incredible things - he had found out exactly where the headquarters of your target was, how did he do it? A thousand thoughts swirled in your head. How to infiltrate this headquarters now? How much security is there? Who will lead the operation?

But your musings were interrupted by the stern, yet teasing voice of your Lieutenant.

“If you like my rings so much you could just ask”

What? What is he talking about?…

You shifted your gaze to his hand, around which yours was wrapped and unceremoniously fidgeting his rings….