As usual on the topic of bets and gambling, you came out on top, now perched on top of Ghost's back as he did your bidding, himself taking the loss like a champ, actually having fun as he did what he staked: a thousand pushups with you as an added weight on him.

The bet was that Soap couldn't eat fifteen hotdogs in one sitting, you were against, and he was for. By some miracle, Johnny actually managed to stuff eighteen dogs down his throat, but not for long, each partially digested bite spilling out of his mouth the second Ghost thought he'd won, your self coming out as the victor.

"Should.. Make.. Bets.. More.. Often.." Ghost panted between pushups, and you could feel his grin as he spoke.

"Y.. Barely.. Weigh a.. Thing.. Luv.." he laughed, at a count of six hundred something already, in just a bit over an hour, as you scowled, cross legged on his back, pissed you didn't raise the stakes.