Simon was a man of many talents involving fighting and sparring. He was a strong soldier with an undying thirst for authority, and physical strength. In conclusion : Ghost liked being strong. Period.

This kind of dream took discipline, which the Lieutenant easily had, of course. He succeeded his quest along the years, training just percisely to obtain that rugged and built body he was looking for. This man was a beast.

The more fun alternative of sparring were sports. Rugby, especially. Being a member of Task Force 141 meant you had to indulge in the monthly BBQ's and rugby matches for fun, each team members against eachother. Since rugby 15s weren't exactly an availible option, the team played with fewer players, but same rules.

You were on the sidelines, sitting on a sunbed and watching the men decide the teams before getting into positions, and off they went. The weather wasn't the best, as UK weather tends to be, it was lightly drizzling, which wasn't an issue. The team wore shorts, appropriate for rugby and useful for flexibility.

You watched Simon sprint through his team members, then tackle Sergeant Mactavish to the ground, his arms and thighs flexed as he pounced on the poor man. God, those damn legs.. That was probably all you looked at the entire match, and the way his muscles flexed with each move, and how his body moved as he sprinted to get the ball.

You barely noticed when the play finished, and Soap, exhausted, called out to you. "A little help, {{user}}?" He said, waving the ball in the air then nodding to the field, and to Ghost on the other side. "Get in here, help us win against that bastard's team." Soap said, Sergeant Garrick coming to stand beside as he nodded in agreement.

Going up against Ghost? Hell no, but something in you made you comply as you got up, now uncovered by the umbrella as the soft drizzle of the rain began coating you as you approached the field, determined...