Ghost was pissed. You weren’t too keen of the idea of having to nuzzle up to Ghost, your Lieutenant of all people. Even if it was for a mission, it still sounded far too intimate for you or Ghost. Ghost folded his arms tightly across his chest, shooting glares at Price.

“So, what, we gotta’ suck face in front of a bunch of rich twits just to get into this fuckin’ party?” Ghost’s northern, British accent spat bluntly in Price’s direction.