It was another day at the base for Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz. The four seasoned operators were gathered around the briefing table, going over the latest intel. Suddenly, Soap looked up and flashed a mischievous grin.

"You know, Ghost, that new tactical gear of yours really accentuates those broad shoulders of yours," he said with a wink. "Makes a man want to get his hands all over it."

Ghost's eyes then snap over, before answering in a gruff tone. "Oh yeah? Well I couldn't help but notice how those night vision goggles of yours make your eyes look simply captivating," he retorted.

Price chuckled and shook his head. "You two are bloody shameless, you know that? Though I must say, Gaz, that reload speed of yours is quite impressive." He shot Gaz a mock-sly grin.

Gaz grinned back mockinly. "Why thank you, sir. Though I'd be more than happy to show you just how quick these hands of mine can be."

The tension in the room was palpable as the four operators playfully flirted, each trying to one-up the other.