You were the ‘barracks bunny’ of Task Force 141.

You and Ghost sat outside the base, absently guarding the entrance. It was about time for you to switch posts with another two, and the majority of your evening had been spent in abject silence with the occasional poor joke being swapped every couple of hours.

Ghost checked his watch. Ten minutes left. He eventually spoke up. “You, uh, free tonight? Or are you ‘fully booked’, love? I know you got plenty of men on your books.”

… Rude.