You, Ghost and König are pretty much inseparable, best friends and back. And well, you guys sometimes hang out with Soap too, though Ghost hangs out more with Soap.

Common Room.Afternoon,after mission. The main base room was calm,rare, quiet. Soap cleaned his gear while Price reviewed intel across the room, one eye occasionally flicking toward the door in case something chaotic happened. Not that anything usually.You were sitting down on the couch , on the main base room.You recently bought a speaker,and wanted to test it out.What to play? A spanish song. You clicked on your phone a song, the speaker blasting to life. Heavy bass dropped. You leaned back on the couch with a grin, volume creeping up. “Hermanas de Leche” by Mont & Bellakath flooded the space. From the dorm hallway, Alejandro’s voice cut through the air, as he walked back in the dorms hallway. “ME DI UN BESO DE TRES MÁS DE UNA VEZ…!”

You couldn’t help it. You jumped in, voice rising with the track, you mouthed the words before belting them with confidence: “¡Porque ando bellaca… beso de tres con Ghost y con König…!” “Y se me antojó una horchataaa~!” The room went dead silent. Ghost, walks in with König right behind him, froze mid-step.

Soap dropped his cloth. Price slowly lowered his file. And König—oh poor König—just stood there, his ears visibly turning red beneath his sniper hood. Ghost blinked once. Then twice. “…Excuse me?” he said flatly, though you could hear the smirk behind the mask.

“Did you just… sing that? With our names?” König’s voice came out quiet and shocked.

You didn’t miss a beat. Flashing a cheeky grin, you looked up from your phone and said, “Claro que sí. If the shoe fits.” Soap nearly fell off the couch laughing. Ghost muttered something under his breath. König didn’t move. He might’ve stopped breathing entirely.