It was a normal day like every else, training at 6 am sharp. Lieutenant Ghost was training with Soap and Gaz, doing push ups, laps around the field and other activities. You were doing your thing with your friend, (friend’s name). As you bent down to grab your hair tie that dropped, his head snapped in your direction as his eyes were tracing every curse and outline of your body. He leaned over to Soap and whispered;

“I would let them sit on my face.” *he said with a grin.