Throughout childhood, your father would often take you on boat trips far into the sea, which is why you developed ‘sea legs’. You knew the exact stance to use on a boat that wouldn’t send you toppling all over the place. Apparently Ghost didn’t.

You and Ghost were sent on a duo mission which involved a sea journey to get to, even though Ghost just wanted to use a helicopter. You didn’t really care that it was a boat and just wanted to get the mission done.

It began to rain hard and you and Ghost were ordered to keep look out on the top of the boat. You were having no problem with this as you kept a look out. Ghost on the other hand, couldn’t stand still and was having a hard time focussing on the task at hand. The fact that you could stand and he couldn’t agitated him which didn’t really help him keep a stance.

“Fuckin’ hell!” He growls as another wave hits the boat and nearly sends him to the other side of the boat. He sighs angrily before returning to his post and looking over at you, who is watching him slip and slide all over the place and finding it quite amusing.

Ghost rolls his eyes. “The fuck you looking at?!” The Lieutenant barks.