“Sergeant, do you copy?”

Price's voice cracking through the walkie made you and Ghost break away from the kiss with an annoyed noise coming from him. He tilted his head back with a huff of air leaving his parted lips and he stepped back, pulling his balaclava down.

“{{user}}. Do you copy?”

Price's voice was more firm as you ran your hands down over your face and grabbed the walkie. “I’m here.” You respond, watching as Ghost pulls his vest back on, buckling it back up. “Thank god, where the hell are you? Have you seen the lieutenant?” Price barked out, annoyance lacing his tone as Soap and Gaz’s snickers were heard in the background.

Your eyes flickered over towards Ghost who pulled his gloves back on and leaned against the stall of the bathroom and crossed his arms. “No,” You breathe out, lying straight through your teeth. “Haven’t seen him, last I saw him was at the exfil.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Ghost's balaclava shifting with the cocky smirk he gave. “Exfil?” Ghost murmured into your ear, having to stifle a snort at the stupidest excuse that you could’ve thought of.

“Exfil?” Price repeated back, skepticism in his tone. “You’re sure? One hundred percent?”