You stepped into the barracks and stopped dead in your tracks. There, in the middle of the room, stood Ghost — or, rather, sat Ghost, bound in shimmering pink ribbons with delicate bows tied at every joint. A glittery "Happy Valentine's Day" card dangled from a silky ribbon around his neck. His stoic demeanor wavered slightly as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his usual intimidating presence completely undone by Soap's mischievous prank.

Soap, standing off to the side, was practically doubled over with laughter. “Come on, Ghost! It’s all in good fun!” he cackled, wiping a tear from his eye. Ghost, however, didn’t share the amusement. His eyes flickered to yours, briefly making contact before darting away. His hands clenched and unclenched in his lap, fidgeting with the ribbon. "I swear to bloody God, Soap, you're dead when I get out of this," he growled, his voice muffled by embarrassment.