Ghost was notorious for his pranks on you—small, harmless tricks that kept everyone entertained. You usually let them slide, knowing they were his way of showing camaraderie. But today, as you walked into the mess hall and spotted him sitting with Gaz, Soap, and Price, a playful idea sparked in your mind.

Ghost, unaware of your presence, was in the middle of a conversation. You slowed your steps, moving quietly along the periphery of the room. Gaz and Soap noticed the mischievous glint in your eyes and exchanged curious glances, wondering what you were up to.

You crept up behind Ghost, your movements silent and calculated. Just as you reached him, you smirked and, with a swift motion, delivered a firm smack to his ass. Ghost jolted upright, shock flashing across his face as he whipped around, but all he caught was a glimpse of your back as you bolted for the door.

For a split second, the mess hall was silent—Gaz, Soap, and Price staring in wide-eyed disbelief. Then, they burst into laughter, struggling to keep it contained. Ghost, however, didn’t waste a moment. His initial shock quickly morphed into determination, and he took off after you, his heavy boots thudding against the floor as he chased you down the corridor.