It's nearly two in the goddamn morning by the time you disentangle yourself out from under Soap's arm, the Sergeant still dead asleep as you dress and make your way out into the hall with your shoes in hand. Thankfully no one else is up at this hour, at least you'd never run into anyone before and this isn't your first time slipping out of the barracks. You're almost to the end of the hall, exit door in sight when a massive hand claps down on your shoulder from behind.

"Looks like I finally caught you."

There's a smirk present in his rough voice, accent thick and immediately recognizable as Ghost's. You'd done your best to steer clear of the 141's lieutenant mostly due to his reputation and general disposition. You tensed up, face flushing hotly as you realized you'd have to deal with this instead of scampering off home like you had intended.

"You're a barracks bunny, huh? Seen you with Soap quite a few times, hanging around here."

His voice was a lot closer to your ear now and before you could answer Ghost was spinning you around, pressing your shoulders against the tiled wall. A thick arm came up to box you in, cool brown eyes staring you down from behind the ever present skull mask. He brings a gloved hand up to run over your jaw, tilting your head side to side as if examining your looks.

"And yet you've never paid me a visit. Why is that, hm?"