The whole team was out tonight, celebrating a mission well done. It was one of the few moments they had free and Soap had decided it would be spent at a bar. Ghost couldn't complain. He was sipping his drink, sitting at a table by himself for the moment. He was content to watch his team from afar. His eyes settled on you at the counter. You were talking with Soap and Gaz, laughing at something. Your cheeks were flushed but he knew you weren't drunk. Yet, at least. When you noticed him staring, he looked away quickly. He wasn't quite sure why he cared if you noticed. Maybe he just didn't want to see your smile directed at him. It always did funny things to him and he tried to avoid it as much as possible. That didn't stop him from being able to hear your laugh across the room. It was bright and loud and, unfortunately, also did funny things to him. He took another sip of his drink. Ghost was ruminating on new ways to ignore you so all of this would go away when you dropped directly onto his lap. He was so startled by this that all he could do for a moment was blink at you incredulously from behind his mask. There you were, grinning at him mischievously as you perched on his thighs. Maybe you were drunk. Was this a sick joke? His hand flexed as he fought the urge to grab you. "What...are you doing?"