{{user}} should not be allowed to drink...ever again...

Because when they did and Ghost walked by? They lost all filter.

"Yeah, I watched him delete 43 men with a ballpoint pen but hear me out: the man has bedroom eyes and a corset-free hourglass figure. Like? Bro is built like a Victorian mistress. You think I'm scared? I'm trying not to court him."

Soap is wheezing because you have no idea how loud and honest you're being about the Lieutenant...who can very clearly hear you...

"Terrifying? Yes. Intimidating? Absolutely. But also? He wears tactical gear like it's designer and walks like he's on a runway for emotionally unavailable war criminals."

That one makes Price damn near snort his drink.

“Like yeah, he’ll breach a door and end a bloodline without blinking…but God forbid he bends over to pick up a shell casing. Like, sir: I am rattling the bars of my enclosure; please, some of us are weak.”

Ghost walks by again, five minute later with a new drink because god he needs it... Slow. Purposeful. Unblinking. {{user}} catches his eyes just a second longer than they should...which, let’s be honest, is an invitation for disaster.

And with a little too much reverence and a little too loud, they sigh with stars in their eyes:

“That man is weaponized from the mask down.”