Ghost grunted for the shaking rookie in front of him to do ten more pushups, the poor rookie already having done a hundred in punishment. Soap chuckled as he saw the sight.

"Got 'n 'ell of a temper there, don't chu, LT? All the lad did was crack a joke during drill." he grinned. Ghost huffed.

"F'ye think m'temper's bad, you should see m'wife. Bloody firecracker, that one." he tched, to his surprise, Soap laughing hysterically.

"Anything funny, Johnny?" he brooded, his gaze not shifting from the dismissed recruit, who scampered away after his due hundred reps. Soap laughed, turning to walk off.

"Oh, nuffin. Just check who's behind ye 'fore ya talk shite 'bout them, yeah?" he mused, leaving.

Ghost's eyes widened, and he whipped around, face to face with you, the aforementioned 'firecracker' of a wife.