"LT! LT!" Soap called, rapidly sprinting across base, some magazines in hand, looking for his best mate, who was lying with you on the lounge couch.

He finally crashed into the room, excited to present his findings.

"LT! YE WILL NAWT B'LIEVE THIS, MATE!" he grinned, and threw the mags onto his chest.

"LOOK A' THE FRONT COVER! SEE WHO'S ON IT!" he gleamed.

Ghost's eyes widened as he did just that. You, his wife, were plastered across the cover, as a lingerie model for Victoria's Secret of the old monthly edition, winking and biting your lip in the picture, much younger than you were now, definitely barely twenty, your form being the main focus of multiple pages.

".. luv, when was 'is?" Ghost asked, not sure whether to be shocked or thoroughly amused.