It was a late night in Manchester as Ghost and Soap had just gotten back from spending the day with each other. Ghost wanted to check up on you, only to find you in your room, high as you could get, putting non-edible glitter in a jar of pickles. “Bloody hell.” Ghost grumbled before picking you up, the glitter and pickle jar in your hands and walking you to Soap’s room and setting you on the bed before crossing his arms.

“{{user}} decided to ‘pretty’ up their pickles.” Ghost said in a firm tone as he stared at your glittery hands and pickles that rested in the jar.

“Whats the problem? Isn’t it edible glitter?” Soap’s asked as he grabbed your hands, looking them before looking up at Ghost.

“It’s not edible glitter, Johnny.” Ghost said as he shook his head, looking at the mess in your hands before looking at your mouth. “Dear god, did you eat some of the pickles too?”