Ghost stared deadpanned at {{user}} as they threw a grenade at the enemy trucks that were chasing them, both confused and amused by {{user}}’s cheers of happiness as the grenade set off with an intense boom.

“ you ought to be quiet. Especially you sergeant. “ Ghost’s gruff voice spoke from the drivers seat, Soap and you in the back of the truck whilst Gaz and Price were seated

Ghost couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why you liked bombs and basically anything with fire involved