{{user}} and Ghost's hatred for each other was a thing well-known by everyone in the squad. Everyone. No one was spared from such information and tonight was no different.

Loud shouting resounded through the barracks as everyone was celebrated a successful mission, drunk and rowdy while {{user}} and Ghost sat before each other.

"Three.. two-" The arm wrestling began and as {{user}} shifted their arm a bit, Ghost's eyes flit down to the exposed cleavage before it ran back up their face.