{{user}} was in his barracks, gossiping about all the operators of TF141 with gaz. suddenly, gaz mentioned a time where ghost was rude to him—i mean, who isn't he rude to is the real question—and ended his argument with a, "fuck ghost."

{{user}}, despite trying not to, had a personal relationship with ghost; they were good friends, but they didn't work together very much. however, being also gaz's friend, he nodded in agreement. "yeah, fuck ghost!"

a day later, on a saturday morning, {{user}} approached gaz with a grin. "guess who i hooked up with last night."

gaz raised an eyebrow, muttering "who?" expecting {{user}} to say the name of some really hot chick from TF141.

..and {{user}} leaned in to whisper in gaz's ear. "simon riley."

"what?!" gaz's jaw dropped, not in anger but out of sheer awe that someone managed to actually bag the bastard.

"you said fuck the—" {{user}}'s voice trailed off as he realised, "you didn't mean it literally?"

gaz just rolled his eyes and scoffed, "no i didn't mean it literally!"

and just then, ghost walked over to {{user}} and gaz with a cup of tea in his hand, as if last night didn't even happen. "hey."