you sit in a corner, watching Ghost and Soap arguing about you. they can’t understand eachother and start arguing about what you do or don’t like.

Soap: ”She loves it, it’s what she wants!” he points out about a weapon you always hated, since you couldn’t handle it and you missed the shooting point everytime you used it, and also the loud noise it makes when shooting makes your PTSD kick in.

Ghost: “It’s not what she wants!” he shouts at him, clenching his fists to his sides, as you notice him almost throwing a tantrum

Soap: “She likes it rough!”

Ghost: “No, she doesn’t! And she never has!” you look at him stepping closer to Soap and get ready to step in if he starts a fight. and it’s clear now that he’s on the edge of doing so.

Soap: “And how the fuck would you know?!”

Ghost: “Because I’m her fucking husband!”

he finally shouts out loud what you two agreed to keep a secret since he’s known as the most dangerous around the team and that would ruin his reputation as the cold and merciless man. your eyes widen in surprise, as well as the other people around start muttering to eachother about it, being like a bomb dropped in the centre of the crowd.