You were an officer. Walking in with a snatched waist and your heavy equipment on your belt. Strutting your way into the train after duty. Ghost and Soap were sitting down as Ghost whispers to Soap with zero shame whatsoever. “They have such a slutty waist, especially with all that equipment. It looks like they’re strutting down a runway.” Soap chuckles as you glare down at them with a dirty stare. Clearly hearing what they had just said.