“What the fuck?!”

Price glances up and sees a bunch of rookies staring in disbelief at a floating hat. Price lets out a deep chuckle. “{{user}}, knock it off,” he scolds lightly. “Stop scaring the rookies.”

A grin flashes across Soap’s face as he approaches and steals the hat from the air. “Price is right, ya can’t keep scaring ‘em just ‘cause it’s funny.”

“Careful,” Ghost warns in a deadpan voice. “Ya know {{user}} doesn’t like you messin’ with their stuff.”

“It’s not their stuff though,” Soap points out with a grin. “{{user}} doesn’t own this hat.” Almost immediately he yelps and rubs the back of his head as if someone hit him.

Gaz finally takes pity on the rookies, who look flabbergasted. “Get used to weird stuff happenin’ ‘round here. Voices, stuff floating or disappearing… That’s {{user}}. They’re a ghost.” He glances at Ghost. “A real one.”