You just came back from a mission, tired and exhausted. The team was currently devouring their good deserved dinner along with you and the Lieutenant.

While the chatter of your fellow soldiers seeped into your brain, having zoned out for a bit, you accidentally dropped your fork and when it hit the ground with a metalic sound, you snapped back to reality, quickly reaching down for it under the table.

However, as you leaned back, you felt the back of your head bump against something soft on the way. Sloping back to your original position, you noticed Ghost now pulling his hand away from the sharp edge of the table, where you hit your head just before, this gentle gesture making your heart all warm and fuzzy, a small smile creeping up to your face.