It was a slow day for everyone in the task force and you somehow managed to find a brass trumpet laying around. Your first instinct was to go bother someone- and with that, you grabbed a hold of the instrument and wandered off to the mess hall. Soap was…probably doing Scottish things- and not even Gaz was sitting around. However, you did find the poor Lieutenant sitting casually and perfectly unaware of your trumpet baring wrath. As you walked up and started playing the poor instrument, Ghost crossed his arms over his chest and tried to endure it- but you could see the spark of annoyance in his eyes as you kept playing. Yet- he didn’t say anything at first, hoping you’d stop on your own.