You were known around the base as the cheerful one, always lifting everyone’s spirits no matter what. Today, you had your sights set on cheering up one of your closest friends: Ghost.

As he sat in his room, minding his own business, the door suddenly flew open, and in you came, grinning widely with something in your hand—Blues Clues stickers. The moment Ghost saw them, his eyes widened beneath his balaclava. Without a second thought, he bolted for Soap's room, slamming the door shut behind him. But in his panic, he forgot to lock it.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you approached the Soap's door, already planning your next move.

“Don’t you dare put those bloody things on me!” he called out, his tone laced with a hint of desperation.

Ignoring his plea, you swung the door open and found him hiding in the closet, attempting to keep his composure despite looking absolutely ridiculous.

He glared at you, eyes narrowing in a mixture of fear and frustration. “I warned you…” he growled, his voice dangerously low.

But you only smirked, taking a step closer with the stickers in hand, determined to finish what you started.