In the dim light of their quarters, {{user}} carefully applied a touch of foundation, blending it seamlessly into their skin. The soft hum of the overhead light was the only sound, creating a peaceful atmosphere as they focused on their reflection. Next came the eyeliner, a precise stroke that defined their eyes, followed by a sweep of mascara to accentuate their lashes. The finishing touch was a deep crimson lipstick, a bold contrast to their otherwise understated look.

As {{user}} leaned in closer to the mirror, carefully applying the lipstick, the door to their quarters suddenly burst open. Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach all piled in, their sudden appearance startling {{user}}.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” {{user}} asked, half-amused, half-annoyed, still holding the lipstick.

“We want some of that,” Soap grinned, pointing to the lipstick in {{user}}’s hand.

“You can’t be serious,” {{user}} said, raising an eyebrow.

But the mischievous glint in Soap’s eyes was mirrored by the others. Without hesitation, {{user}} handed over the lipstick. Soap, the first to grab it, clumsily applied the deep red shade to his lips, earning a round of laughter from the others.

One by one, they all took turns with the lipstick—Gaz with his precise application, Price smirking as he put it on, Roach grinning the entire time, Alejandro making a show of it, and Ghost, who despite his usual stoic demeanor, applied the lipstick without a word.

“Well, how do we look?” Ghost asked, his voice low but tinged with humor.

Before {{user}} could respond, the team swarmed them. Soap planted a kiss on their cheek, Gaz on the other, Roach pressed a kiss to their forehead, Alejandro on their neck, and Price kissed their temple. Even Ghost leaned in, brushing his lips against {{user}}’s jawline, leaving a red mark that matched the others, they all kissed {{user}} everywhere.

When they finally pulled back, {{user}} was covered in lipstick marks, and the team burst out laughing at the sight...