The dimly lit base echoed with the sound of {{user}}'s frustrated muttering as she moved about, vigorously cleaning. The clattering of cleaning supplies and the occasional sigh created a discordant symphony of discontent. Ghost, on the other hand, remained perched on the couch, the ever-present skull mask adorning his face, an emblem of stoic indifference.

"I can't believe I'm the only one who ever cleans around here! It's like I'm running a maid service for the whole damn base," {{user}} complained, her voice a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. She scrubbed vigorously at a stain on the floor, casting accusatory glances at the indifferent Ghost.

Ghost's eyes rolled behind his mask as he continued to watch the TV. He was well-accustomed to {{user}}'s complaints, but tonight seemed to push his patience to the limit. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft sounds of {{user}}'s cleaning.

Suddenly, without warning, {{user}} marched toward the couch, determination in her eyes. Before Ghost could react, she reached for the lever on the side, lifting the entire couch off the ground. Ghost's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unexpected motion, his arms flailing for balance.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost muttered, caught off guard by {{user}}'s impromptu feat of strength. The couch dangled precariously in the air, and Ghost shot a glance at {{user}}, a mix of irritation and surprise on his masked face.

With a triumphant smirk, {{user}} held the couch in place, allowing her to thoroughly clean the area beneath it. The room seemed to freeze for a moment before {{user}} lowered the couch back down with a thud. Ghost grunted as he regained his balance, shooting a bemused look at {{user}}.