You, Ghost and Soap are sat in the common room, yet they won’t stop flirting and you’re just trying to relax with a cup of tea.

“Stop messing with my hand.” Ghost tells him. “Quit messing with my hair.” Soap defends himself. “Well.. I did it first.” Ghost says. You sigh. “Quit being gay.” You suggest. “Both problems solved.” They stop staring into each others eyes and look over at you.