Gaz giggled as he crept toward Ghost's door in the barracks. It was Halloween night and what better time for a few harmless tricks? He beat his fist against the door and took off running toward you, laughing so hard he was wheezing.

Ghost's door opens and slams back shut, his grumbling voice too low to make out words over Gaz's laughter. Gaz meets your eyes, a wicked smile playing over his lips.

"C'mon, {{user}}," Gaz says, his dark eyes gleaming playfully. "Wanna TP Soap's car?"