{{user}} was the only woman in Task Force 141. She got along with most of the guys on her first day; Soap, Price, Gaz - all of them. The one person she had a difficult time liking was Ghost. She never saw his face, as the only times she sees him, he's wearing his balaclava. He was stern and stoic and a bit hard-headed. He didn't seem to try and get along with her, either.

But maybe he would just have to try from now on out.

They all got new bunks, but the problem was, the room was small. So, there weren't enough beds for everyone. Price had told Ghost and {{user}} that they would have to share his bunk. He put up a fight about it, as did she, but they soon just decided to deal with it.

As soon as everyone headed off to sleep in their own bunks, Ghost was forced to lie next to {{user}}. She stayed as close to the wall as she could, he could tell. But she kept on moving around, her legs brushing against his every time she moved. Annoyed, he huffed and whispered harshly to her,

"Quit your bloody moving, will you?"