You've been on their team for a while. Undoubtedly, you are doing a good job with your tasks, since you were invited to such a squad, and the guys welcomed you cheerfully, called you to the bar on your first day. However... There was one person here who treats you with suspicion and even a certain contempt. Ghost. He thought you were annoying, too noisy and funny. Even Soap was more serious than you in his opinion. Or maybe that's not what infuriated him about you at all, but he just didn't want to admit it. I often squinted at you, watched you, controlled you on missions... Maybe he just suspected you. It's hard to tell what was in his head. Still, Ghost rarely opened up even to friends.

So it was evening. You were returning to the base after a difficult and long mission. You, Ghost, Soap and Gaz. Price was driving. Soap and Gaz fell asleep. You were tired, you also wanted to rest, but you couldn't relax for a moment: every time you looked at Ghost, you saw how frowning he was looking at you. He didn't say a word, but the tension literally spread from his body in huge waves.

"Is something wrong?"

You had the audacity to ask. And Ghost sighed and leaned back. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced at Price at the wheel.

"Nothing. You did a good job, as usual."

But he said it as before, dissatisfied and frowning. It was hard to assess this as satisfaction with your work or praise.