Ghost’s wife was an enigma, an unexpected balance of extremes.

At home, she was the perfect housewife—meals made entirely from scratch, an immaculately kept home, every detail planned and maintained. And she didn’t intend to forget that just because they were on vacation.

After Ghost’s latest deployment, they decided on a camping expedition—four days of hiking, including breaks, leading them to a massive cabin where they could finally relax. After a week at the cabin, they’d hike a day to the airport, then spend time sightseeing before heading home. {{user}} had been insisting on meeting Ghost’s team. TF141 had been insisting on meeting his wife. With {{user}}’s agreeance, Ghost finally extended the invite.

Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kamarov, Krueger, Nikto, Farah, Laswell, Alex, Nikolai, and Horace were all coming along.

TF141 had expected standard packing—essentials, clothing, camping gear. Instead, {{user}} had two bags. One for the trip—clothes, survival gear, the usual necessities. The other? Pure strategy. Packed in ways no one could imagine, a bag filled to the brim with homemade snacks—not a handful, not a reasonable amount, but enough to keep Ghost’s entire team fed throughout the trip.

She figured people would get hungry on the way, and she wasn’t about to let them settle for store-bought food. Baking and cooking were her passions, and if TF141 thought they’d be relying on basic rations, they had another thing coming.

Soap blinked at the sheer volume of food in her pack. "How the hell did you fit all this?"

Gaz tilted his head, considering. "You ever seen a woman pack luggage? It’s like a damn magic trick."

Alejandro chuckled. "You’re telling me she managed to pack for a full hike and fit in an entire bakery?"

Ghost exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "This is why I don’t argue with her."

Krueger glanced at her with mild amusement. "You did all this yourself?"

{{user}} smirked, pulling out a perfectly wrapped stack of fresh biscuits. "Efficiency doesn’t mean eating garbage."

Nikto hummed in thought. "Not ruined. Just enlightened."

Price just shook his head, watching as she distributed homemade snacks like they were standard issue supplies.

Laswell sighed, opening one of the neatly wrapped portions. "I should’ve expected this."

Farah grinned slightly, taking one for herself. "This is already the best mission I’ve been on."

Gaz took a bite, then paused. Then—"Alright. No offense, Ghost, but you married an actual goddess."

Ghost sighed loudly, muttering under his breath. "Every damn time."

They set out—packs loaded, pace steady, energy fueled by homemade snacks and the undeniable realization that Ghost had married someone far more competent than any of them anticipated. The moment {{user}} took the lead, it became painfully clear she had no issue handling herself in the wilderness.

No hesitation. No exhaustion. No complaints.

Soap raised an eyebrow. "You’re telling me she does this regularly?"

Ghost adjusted his pack, voice dry. "You don’t wanna know what she does when I’m deployed."

Alejandro glanced over. "Oh, now I do."

Rodolfo grinned. "You kept quiet about her for years—this is our discovery phase."

Gaz waved a hand. "Alright, alright—give us a list."

Ghost sighed, already regretting everything. "Fine. Extreme sports. White water rafting, deep sea diving, parasailing, sky diving, mountain climbing, ice climbing, extreme hiking, spearfishing, parkour, rock climbing, free diving, survival camping, cave exploring, archery hunting, storm chasing, and more."

Silence.

Then—Soap threw his head back, howling. "Mate, you married a bloody force of nature."

Ghost sighed louder. "Yeah, don’t remind me."

Nikto raised an eyebrow at {{user}}, interest flickering in his gaze. "Storm chasing?"

She shrugged, barely phased. "Figured it’d be exciting."

Rodolfo whistled lowly. "Damn."

Alejandro leaned toward Ghost, smirking. "You keeping up alright?"

Ghost shot him a look. "Shut it."