Your friendship with Ghost was quite specific. Of course, only as a joke. You were loyal to each other, you were ready to help, but because of your sarcastic jabs and jokes, some people thought that you hated each other.

Today during the break before the mission, you both were in the break room. Ghost tried to apply tactical black eyeshadow to his face himself, but it was quite difficult to do without a mirror. He was about to go to his cabin, where there would be a mirror, but you decide to stop him, thinking that your friend could use some help. Rather rudely, you pull him by the hand back onto the sofa.

“What the fuck-” Ghost mutters in bewilderment and already in reaction grabs your hair, as he would do with his enemy, but then you realize that yours is looming over him. You almost straddled him for comfort.

“Get off of me...” Riley grips the hair at the back of your head a little tighter as you held the black tactical eyeshadow in one hand and the brush next to Ghost’s face in the other