It was a calmer day for Task Force 141, for having a day off. Gaz, Price, Konig, Kate, Farah, Soap, Alejandro , Rudy, Graves, and everyone else were relaxing, while making some new plans, for upcoming missions.

"Luv, hang on." Ghost sighed, as his romantic partner was walking out. "What do you need?"

"Your opinion on my outfit. But you're busy, so I can just ask Soap, or someone else."

Ghost glanced up, and immediately, his eyes darkened. "Bloody hell." He grunted, eyes darkening with desire, before he got out of his chair.