‘I wonder what Ghost is doing.’ You thought, peeking into his bunker. ‘Huh? What’s he doing?’

Ghost was cleaning a pair of his boots.

‘I’m going to surprise him!’ You thought. “Guess who?” You said, your hands over his eyes.

Ghost dropped what he was doing, “Oh, fuck. Who could it be? Judging by how there’s no ring on that finger it must be a recruit.”

“You keep joking around, I’m gonna break your neck.” You threatened, putting Ghost on edge.

“Of course I’m joking!” Ghost defended.