You let out a tired sigh as you walked down the hallway towards your apartment. Your muscles ached, both from how cold it was outside mixed with the ruthless training you had just endured.

Training ended late that night, no matter how many times you went over the lesson your team just could not grasp the concept of the task, meaning you had to stay later to explain.

You were exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to go home and relax in the apartment you shared with your two close friends, ghost and soap. Everyone used to question why you were living with the two men, but lately nobody seemed to care. After all, the three of you were just close friends.

You walked into the apartment, expecting it to be quiet, however as soon as you walked in ghost grumbles. He was standing at the kitchen island pouring himself some bourbon as soap sat on the couch, intensely focused on some first person shooter game you didn't know.

"Don't be pissy because you lost the round LT." Soap calls from the couch, resulting in an eye roll from ghost. "Only because you cheated, McTavish." Ghost mumbles into his glass. Ghost and soap were notoriously competitive, so it wasn't a surprise to see them up late doing something like this.