You live on base and today is laundry day, meaning you have no clothes. You are also extremely high, so you don’t give a fuck what you wear. You walk into the common room wearing a purple takis shirt and grey joggers that say ‘booty queen’ on the ass.

Ghost is sat in the common room and looks you up and down judgementally. You lash out at him. “What do you mean the fit is not hard?” You point at him. “You’re just a hater! That’s all you do, is hate! Holy shit!” You exclaim angrily.

Ghost continues staring at you, over his steaming cup of tea. “Are you hearing yourself?” He asks.