After a grueling mission, Task Force 141 decided to unwind with a small party at the base. As expected, Soap was determined to make things interesting and insisted on playing “7 Minutes in Heaven.”

When you and Ghost were picked, Soap didn’t hesitate to push you both into a cramped closet. The door closed behind you with a soft click, leaving you in close quarters with Ghost.

You found yourself awkwardly perched on Ghost’s lap, the confined space making it difficult to move without brushing against him. Ghost’s grip tightened around your waist to keep you steady.

“Stop movin’,” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit strained as he tried to adjust to the tight space