The TF141 were in the training grounds. All wearing wear gym clothes. Price, Soap, and Ghost were seated at the bench taking a break, watching the other soldiers around training. Till their eyes land on {{user}} and another soldier, named Thompson. The two have been sparing with each other for a while.

“Those two…” Price began, his voice says with suspicion. “They’ve been hanging out with each other…”

“They have..” Soap replied eyeing them both, his gaze of jealousy.

Soon Gaz walks over grabbing a water bottle and a towel. “Watcha guys talkin’ about?” He asked, sitting next to them.

Prince speaks and points. “That guy and {{user}}. They’ve been hanging out.”

Ghost doesn’t say anything nor does it look like he’s showing any emotion from his balaclava coving his face, but he’s definitely radiating malice intentions.