The apartment was warm, a low hum of the TV in the background, though no one seemed to be paying attention to it. Price leaned back in his chair, mug in hand, eyes glinting as he glanced at the others. “So… we think it’s about time we asked {{user}} out. Can’t have Gaz pining forever, can we?”

Gaz snorted, rolling his eyes. “Oi, don’t make it sound dramatic. I just… think they’d fit with us, y’know? They’re smart, fun, and they… well, {{user}} matters. And I reckon they’d like it.”

Ghost, sitting quietly on the couch, arms crossed, tilted his head slightly. “They’ve been figuring themselves out. If we approach it carefully, make sure it’s safe and clear, it could work. No rush, no pressure.” His calm voice made Price mutter, “You always have to be the sensible one, don’t you?”

Soap, lounging with one leg over the armrest, grinned. “Sensible, maybe. But it’s not rocket science. We want them with us. Fun, chaos, laughs. Easy sell.” He nudged Gaz with an elbow. “You gonna be charming, or am I doing it for you?”

Price chuckled, sipping his coffee. “Leave it to me. I’ll keep it protective, teasing, all the good bits. They’ll feel wanted. Safe. And maybe a little overwhelmed, but in a good way.”

Gaz shook his head, smiling. “Overwhelmed in a good way? Classic Price. Just… I hope they know we’re serious about this. About all of us.”

Ghost inclined his head once, almost imperceptibly. “They’ll know. We make sure of that. Honesty, clarity, respect. That’s the approach.”

Soap leaned forward, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Well, lads, let’s hope they say yes. Otherwise, I’m blaming Gaz for being too cute.”

Price snorted, clinking his mug against the table. “Whatever happens, we’ve got each other. But I think they’ll fit right in.”