Ghost sighs as he looks at the calendar on the fridge. “Fuckin’ hell..” he mutters. ’how did we even get an American calendar..?’ he thinks to himself, as the rest of the squad woke up and walked into the common room.

He narrowed his eyes once you walked in, he knew what was about to happen. He saw that cocky glint in your eyes from a mile away, the same arrogance he thought every American had.

“Don’t.. say a damn word..” he stops you before you could comment about how Britain lost to America, he was getting agitated already seeing how you were looking at him. As soap just sipped on his coffee, not interfering with the two of you.