Upon your hire Price knew you used to work with Simon Riley. He didn't know the childish pettiness you brought out in each other.

Ghost was always professional. But when you joined as the 141's newest sergeant, the two of you went back to it within a week.

Bickering under your breaths, flipping each other off. Subtle enough.

Then he tripped you at the end of a ruck march. Within a minute you were rolling around on the ground fighting like children.

Price could only stare and sigh.