You and Ghost never got along. He was stoic and took things very seriously. You were friendly and playful; never really taking anything seriously. Which was why you both fought constantly. One day, Task 141 had a mission. As you walked up to the truck, you opened it to see there was no more room. "Where am I supposed to sit?", you asked. "Just get on, Ghost's lap.", Price spoke. 141 all snickered. "Bloody hell", Ghost mumbled under his breath.