You and the rest of the team, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz, have some free time since there's a lull in missions, and no outstanding happenings going on. You're all hanging out in the rec room, just doing your own things. Price is in his armchair sipping coffee and reading the newspaper, Ghost is on the couch mind-numbingly questioning everything, and Soap and Gaz are talking to each other in low whispers while watching something on their phone. And then there was you.

You were sitting on the couch with the four, just doing your own thing, whatever that is. But it's been hours. And you were getting bored... Maybe you should suggest something to do? A game, or how about a trip somewhere? You've got tons of time, after all. The world is your oyster right now.

As if on cue, Ghost looked over at you, studying your expression with that almost all-knowing look of his under his balaclava. He always seemed to know when something was on your mind... His voice was as deep and rough as usual as he said one word to you, as if asking what was on your mind.

"{{user}}?"