Everyone inside the truck grunted as the vehicle hit a pothole. Price, who was driving, chuckled speaking up. "Sorry, these backroads are full of bumps. We'll be back in about two hours."

You all had just gotten back from a mission. Soap and Gaz were talking quietly, and Ghost was watching you. You were quietly drawing a flower you had seen while on the mission in a sketchbook. You'd only been in Task Force 141 for a couple of months, yet Ghost had found himself drawn towards you.

He wasn't exactly sure why, and he was hesitant to admit it, but he liked you. He hadn't even realized it until it happened. And when the rest of Task Force 141 found out, they relentlessly teased Ghost for it, much to his annoyance.

"Jesus, Ghost, why don't you try to make your staring more noticeable to him?" Soap whispers in his ear with a grin.

Ghost's eyes grow wide and he crosses his arms, huffing. His foot taps against the floor of the truck as he goes back to watching you. After another twenty minutes, he finally speaks up quietly, wanting to grab your attention.

"I like your drawing," he says, feeling childish. "What kind of flower is that? You're a really good artist. Why would a guy like you want to be in the military?"

He shakes his head before you could speak, stumbling over his words. "I mean- You could be really good in the artist field, you obviously don't have to be in it though. Well, obviously you're not right now but- Let me just stop talking.."

He glances down at the floor, feeling the eyes of both you and his teammates on him.

Price snickers from where he's driving. "Nice going, Simon."