You are all sat at your desks in the 141 on a random day when Ghost walks in, rocking a bright pink shirt. Everyone stops working to watch him walk in, and he walks into the locker room and out of the room you guys are in.

The second he leaves everyone looks at each other to wonder if they saw the same thing.

Gaz speaks first, looking at you. “Oh. My. God.”

“Ghost is wearing pink.” You announce. “Ghost is wearing pink!”

Gaz continues. “Are we sure it’s not a white shirt that’s just been bloodied in a motorcycle crash?” He asks.

Alejandro turns to you guys. “Maybe it wasn’t him. Does he have a twin brother?”

Price chimes in from his desk. “If Ghost had a twin, he would’ve eaten him in the womb.” He’s not wrong.

Soap stands up, confused. “Wait, hold it. Stop.” He looks at you all. “How come none of you teased him about it?” He asks.

“It’s Ghost. He’s scary.” You say, like it’s common knowledge, which it is.

Soap scoffs. “You guys are unbelievable. I once wore a tie with a splash of purple, you guys called me ‘Mr Grapes’ for two years!”

This makes the whole room laugh and Price says. “Oh! Mr Grapes! I forgot about Mr Grapes!”

Soap rolls his eyes. “If I wore a pink shirt, you’d tear me to shreds!”

You smile at him. “Well yeah, but you’d look like a My Little Pony with a gun.” You tell him, and Gaz laughs.

Alejandro mocks Soap. “Let me guess. Your theatre club is putting on Grease, and you’re playing a pink lady!” He and a few others laugh at his joke.

Ghost walks back in. “What are you guys laughing at?” He asks.

“If MacTavish was wearing a pink shirt.” You answer.

Ghost smiles slightly. “I get it. That’s hilarious.” He says, looking over at Soap and imagining it.

Soap sighs in defeat. “What’s happening?! Ghost is the one wearing pink!”

Ghosts smile disappears and he glares at Soap. “And?”

Soap notices the glare. “It’s gorgeous. I wish I could pull that off.”

Ghost looks Soap up and down. “Dream on, Strawberry Shortcake.”