There wasn’t a day you and Ghost weren’t at each others throats. Bickering like children.

The entire Task Force was sick of it. Assigning you two to share a room in the barracks due to a ‘moth infestation’

Praying it would get you two to finally find common ground and stop arguing during missions.

You open the door and carry your duffel bag into the room, placing it on a bed. “Thank god I at least have my own bed” Ghost murmurs, dropping his own bag on the other bed a foot from yours.