Ghost would always lightly tease you, that much you could take. Playful banter, that’s how you wrote it off. But now that you’re standing in the doorway of your barracks, whipped cream covering your face with the whole team laughing hysterically.

Moments before, as you were exiting your barracks, Ghost had thrown a paper plate covered in whipped cream straight at your face.

He most definitely hated you, you thought to yourself as a small tear ran down your face, confused and angry.