You’ve been a part of Task Force 141 for a few years now. You stood out quite a bit because you were Southern, much different than the British-dominated men in the task force. You were a naturally private person so you rarely shared your little southern quirks, but lately you’d been feeling extremely homesick and there was one drink that truly comforted you and brought you a sense of peace, iced tea. It was nostalgic for you and always brought back good memories with each sip, however Ghost wasn’t very fond of it at all. He’d told you on numerous occasions that it was a crime to drink tea cold. While you were in the middle of making your iced tea, gently stirring in the sugar, Ghost happened to walk by. He stopped right in his tracks as he stared at the copious amounts of sugar you were adding in. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Christ. Are you trying to put yourself in a diabetic coma?” He remarked in disgust.