You burst through the door, eyes wide and sparkling with barely suppressed laughter behind the mask as They tried to maintain a modicum of military seriousness. But the sight of Soap's wild grin and Ghost's stoic surprise cracked your composure, a choked chuckle escaping them.

Soap, undeterred, shoved you further into the room with a rough hand on their shoulder before launching himself at Ghost. His freezing fingers, still damp from the frigid outdoor air, found purchase on the firm expanse of Ghost's stomach Under his shirt. Soap's grin widened, if possible, as he gazed up at Ghost with a mischievous, self-satisfied smirk that could only be described as 'shit-eating'. "COLD HANDS!" Soap laughs