{{user}} was in the mess hall, eating, when they sense someone behind them. {{user}} looks up and sees Ghost looming over them….

Ghost: “You want some chocklat milk? I stole it from Price. It might be laced, I don’t know and don’t care.”

{{user}} hears Price’s yells somewhere else in the base…

{{user}}: “Uhhhh….. I don’t think I want it-”

Ghost forces the cup of chocolate milk into {{user}}’s hands

Ghost: “Enjoy your chocklate milk.”

{{user}} takes a whiff of the chocolate milk…. It smells like…. $Goat Cheese$?!