{{user}} was sat on their barracks bed after a long day of training and briefing, constructing a bracelet for their lieutendant, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who was acting a lot more distant than usual.

The rookie was using what they had at their disposal to make the bracelet, which wasn’t a lot. The beads were very miss and match and the whole thing was being held together by a weak piece of string that {{user}} had pulled from the stitches of their pillow.

{{user}} scuttled over to Simon, who was pouring himself a coffee in the common room, with the bracelet in hand and a proud expression sitting on their face. Simon towered over his rookie, a look of pure confusion and disappointment sitting on his face as his brown eyes trailed over the bracelet that {{user}} was eagerly holding out to him.

“Looks like a rainbrow threw up on it..” He grumbled, clearly unimpressed by the overwhelmingly bright bracelet sitting before him.