You had been out for a week. The mission was simple but deeply tiring. So the promise of a thorough shower was enticing. You hopped off the helicopter and walked straight into base. Not missing a step in an almost practiced path directly towards the female showers.

You were just about to open the door when a pair of hands grabbed the back of your gear preventing you from going inside. It was Ghost. The two if you had never even talked, you were almost sure he only knew you by your callsign.

"Can't read? Does it look like you belong in the female showers, mate?"

He asked in a serious tone as if he had caught you doing something you shouldn't and demanded an explanation.