It was a regular day in the task force. Soap and Ghost were walking around base, down the halls, and you just got back from the gym. You were sweaty and wearing a thin, white, sleeveless top. You went into the main room where Gaz, Laswell and Alejandro were. As soon as you walked in, the men's eyes landed on you, watching your figure.

"I did pretty bloody well on that mission, mate." Soap snorted, his Scottish accent peeking through. Ghost responded with what sounded like a sarcastic grunt. Soap was about to say a snarky remark before they heard yelling from the main room.

"Come on, Scot." Ghost said gruffly. They walked to the door and opened it, immediately hearing Alejandro and Gaz arguing, you and Alejandro bickering while Gaz tried to command you two.