Ghost made his way to the common room, his mug of tea empty in his hands. He’d been nursing it for the better half of an hour just so he wouldn’t have to get up. But, alas, the world stops for no man. He pushed open the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw the rest of the team hovering around the table. They didn’t even seem to notice him. His eyes caught on you, sitting next to Soap with a serious look on your face. He made his way to you all, peering over your shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed with what he saw. “What are you lot doing?” Price glanced up at him, a string of dark blue beads in his hand. “Blame {{user}}. Said it was good for stress relief.” “And team bonding.” Soap added, not looking up from his own beads. He had a bunch of letters in front of him and seemed to be sorting them into a sentence. Gaz was too into his own work to even spare Ghost a glance up. He felt like he’d walked into some alternate reality. There was absolutely no way that his teammates were making friendship bracelets right now. He looked down at you. With a sigh, he set down his mug and put his hand on your forehead, tilting your head up to look at him. It felt that was the only way to get your attention, with the way you’d been so focused on your arts and crafts project. “So this is your fault, huh?” He grunted out.