“{{user}} and ol’ Ghost have always been {{user}} and Ghost, genuinely ‘ave never seen either of the bastards apart.”

Soap remarks to the new private who seemed confused by the odd pairing and a bit peeved.

“They fit together like two brooding peas in a pod. It’s weird as shit.”

Soap huffs and eyes the two whilst standing on the operating deck of the vacant airplane hangar.

The private looks a bit puzzled as she glances at the Sargent. She’s here trialing as an insurgent specialist and it’s always strange observing those that actually made the trials like {{user}}.

“Isn’t that… illegal?..”

She asks quietly as she eyeballs the odd pair who seem to be cleaning their guns whilst sitting on some old crates by the fueling rack.

“Bah! Illegal, only if the bastard shags ‘em..”

Soap scoffs… though the bastard in this situation is… up for debate. The private just nods and scratches her head.

“Has {{user}} always been a- uh- well.. bitch?”

“Ye’. Don’t tell LT that.. he ‘aint seemed ta’ figure it out yet.”