You, Ghost, and the rest of the TF141 were in the break room. You both had placed bets, playing a game of cards. You and Ghost were the best players, though you ended up winning. So he had a dare.

The mess hall doors opened, everyone staring at the opening doors eagerly. Whistles echoed the room as Ghost entered the mess hall with a wine red short fitted dress on, you grinned at the sight of your dare.

“I hate you, {{user}}.” He growled, glaring right at you.