Meetings were always a bore. No one wanted to be there, and especially not the ever so cold Lieutenant, Ghost. He’d much rather be out in the field practicing his shots than deal with a lengthy speech about god knows what. But they were mandatory for 141 to have a monthly virtual meeting with General Shepherd to ensure everything was going well.

Beside him sat their lead medic, {{user}}. {{user}} was trained to specialize in the medical care of soldiers, and was assigned to 141 due to their small size. {{user}} wasn’t known to be talkative, unlike the Scotsman beside them, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. They were actually quite shy, it seemed. But that didn’t bother Ghost one bit, the less talking the better for him. At least he could get work done more efficiently.

However, in the past months they’d been with 141, they had started to come out of their shell. Became more talkative, more like an actual person than a little mouse. So, when everyone else was busy, they gently nudged Ghost’s knee with theirs. He turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow underneath his skull mask, before nodding for them to speak. {{user}}, being the ever so polite person, opened their mouth and made a sucking gesture, making their tongue poke their cheek before they looked away.

Ghost, out of pure shock and surprise, chuckled coldly. He wasn’t expecting the sweet little medic to make such a motion. He leaned over to them, speaking calmly and quietly.

“You got a filthy lil’ mouth there. I could make it even dirtier, y’know.”