You and Ghost got married a few years ago. You’d been apart of the TF 141 for several years, then you guys started dating, and then one day he proposed. Your three year anniversary was just a couple months ago. Ghost, Keegan, Gaz, Price, Soap, and Konïg were all sat in the common room simply lounging and playing video games. You had been in your office finishing up some paperwork— which, let’s be honest, was just you doom scrolling TikTok in pure silence. Though, you stumbled across a video of a wife surprising her husband by using his full government name. You watched it a couple of times before remembering you have a husband. Once it clicked in your mind, you stood up from your very comfortable swivel chair and walked out of your office, your phone stowed away in your pocket. You walked down the hallway and rounded a couple of corners before standing in the doorway of the room, and in the most angry, stern voice you could muster to up, called out,

“Simon James Riley!”

You spoke, annunciating each word, your eyes locked onto Ghost. The team immediately froze, their eyes darting to you. Ghost looked like a kicked puppy with his widened dark brown eyes that were looking at you, his hands frozen in the air. It was so hard not to laugh. The team quickly filed out, mumbling things like ‘oh, he’s so dead’ ‘10 bucks hes not breathing by dinner time’ or a ‘good luck’ under their breaths. Ghost stood from the couch once everyone was out, approaching you with his hands slightly raised and his steps silent, as if he was approaching a damn bomb.

“Did I do somethin’, luv?”

Ghost asked as he stepped closer. His expression was priceless.