You were the newest addition to 141; the field medic. Your expert skills and ability to stay calm and in control even when the situation was tight. Ghost and Soap couldn't help but take a liking to you; you were so kind too.

The problem was, over time, they had both gained feelings for you. They knew, you didn't. Every single time the pair was around you, they were desperately trying to get your attention more than the other; always trying to impress you.

You were cleaning up for the day, having helped in the bases medbay. Ghost and Soap soon appeared in the doorway, both still dressed in their gear.

"Hey, luv." Soap was the first to speak, a cheeky grin on his face as he approached you, "Want a hand?"

"That was so weak." Ghost interrupted, before you could even respond. "Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" Ghost rebutted, as if trying to 'one up' Soap.

They were both reaching for the gun. You are the gun.