The crack of a training round echoed through the air as Ghost tackled another soldier to the mat, pinning them with effortless strength. You and Soap, leaning against the barricades, exchanged a glance before grinning. The moment was too perfect to pass up.

Soap started first, his voice carrying through the yard with theatrical flair.

"Cop Cuties, cute and on-duty,"

You joined in without hesitation, matching his energy.

"‘Navy blue booties, go ahead and lock me up!"

Ghost’s head snapped up mid-movement, his grip on the struggling soldier momentarily loosening. The poor recruit beneath him took it as an opening, big mistake. Ghost recovered instantly, flipping them onto their back with a grunt.

Soap didn’t let up. He nudged your shoulder, encouraging you to keep going.

"Arrest me, but make it sexy—"

Ghost’s eyes locked onto yours, deadpan through his mask. “Don’t.”

Soap cackled. “Aye, we’re well past stoppin’, L.T.”

You shot Ghost a teasing look before belting out the next line, your voice dripping with dramatic emphasis.

"Put me in the back of the car, and we'll start a verbal flirtation—"

The moment the last note left your lips, Ghost finished subduing the recruit with a final, almost exasperated movement. He stood, shaking his head, and stalked toward you both with slow, deliberate steps.

Soap immediately threw his hands up. “Eh, it wis their idea!”

You barely had time to protest before Ghost loomed over you, voice low with mock warning. “You both got about five seconds to start running.”