The team was gathered around a small table in the rec room. Soap was leaning back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he looked over at Ghost, who, as usual, had a hardened expression. Price sipped his coffee, clearly amused, while Gaz chuckled quietly to himself.

"Alright, mate," Soap said, breaking the silence. "I gotta ask. How's it work with you and him?"

Ghost's eyes flicked over to him, his gaze piercing even through his mask. "What do you mean?"

"You’re a massive red flag, Simon," Gaz chimed in, trying not to laugh. "And yet you're dating the calmest, most relaxed guy we’ve ever seen. How’s that happen?"

Soap snickered, "Seriously. We expected you to end up with someone equally as… intense, but instead, you're with someone who probably wouldn't bat an eye if the sky was falling."

Ghost grunted, his jaw tensing. "It's none of your business."

Price raised an eyebrow, joining in. "Come on, Simon. It's fascinating. You're always pissed off—except when he’s around."

Ghost leaned back, crossing his arms. "He just… calms me down. Makes things easier."

Gaz nudged Soap, "See? That’s the effect of a green flag, mate. Ghost probably doesn't even know what peace feels like unless he’s around."

Soap couldn't resist teasing, "Yeah, but come on, how do you manage not scaring him off? I mean, you look like you're about to murder someone half the time."

Ghost's hand tightened into a fist, but before he could speak, the door creaked open. {{user}} entered the room, as relaxed as ever, moving like nothing could bother them. The tension in Ghost’s body visibly eased, though his face remained unreadable under the mask.

"Hey, everyone," {{user}} greeted calmly, giving a small nod to the team. They took one look at Ghost and seemed to sense the conversation’s direction, quirking a brow with a subtle smile. "What's going on here?"

Gaz coughed to hide his laughter. "We were just... asking Ghost how he managed to land someone like you, mate."