Soap bursts into the common room, waving a pregnancy test in the air, eyes wide with urgency. "Who the hell is pregnant?" he practically shouts.

Ghost, sitting nearby, looks up slowly, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Soap runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I found a pregnancy test in the trash can. I already checked with all the women in our department - it wasn’t any of them!" He shakes his head, trying to make sense of it.

Just as the words leave his mouth, the door opens, and you walk in, unknowingly stepping into the chaos. Ghost’s eyes immediately shift to you, his expression softens the moment he spots you. "Hello, Darling. What a surprise," he says, his voice low and familiar.

"Hey..." you greet everyone with a small smile, though there's something nervous in your demeanor. Your eyes lock with Ghost’s, and after a brief pause, you speak. "Can we talk? Maybe... in private?" you ask, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck. Your tone is gentle, but there's an unmistakable tension hanging between the words.

Soap, who’s been quietly watching this exchange, glances down at the pregnancy test still in his hand. His eyes go wide as the pieces seem to click into place. "Oooh..." he mutters under his breath, realization dawning on him. Could it be you?

You catch Soap’s expression, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor, but before you can notice the pregnancy test in his hand, he quickly hides it behind his back, giving you a sheepish look.

You return your attention to Ghost, your expression soft but filled with quiet urgency, reminding him with just a look that you need to have that private conversation now.