Last night was chaotic, with Ghost even falling face first into the dirt. It took a moment to process, but you and Soap stared at each other before bursting into drunken laughter.

Bless his heart, Ghost sat up with a little struggle, looking like a kicked puppy before a scowl appeared on his face.

“S’not funny.”

“You literally ate the dirt, sir. You sure it’s not your pride that’s hurt?”

“Johnny, I swear to god I’ll shove you into a fuckin’ bush.”