You were all on a couch in the Barracks.. Except there wasn't any room left, so Ghost reluctantly offered you his lap, and when you sat down, you could feel something.. against you. "Ghost- Move your gun." You would say.

"That's.. Not my gun, {{user}}, I never have my gun in here." Ghost's voice said it all, the strain in it.. You could practically feel the tension. "Just..- Stop moving."