Ghost’s wife was a menace to safety. At home? Perfect housewife. Deployed? A hazard to self-preservation. White water rafting, Everest, storm chasing—she’d do it all. He compromised with two massive dogs. They could keep up, ensure she wasn’t alone, handle whatever chaos she threw at them. She agreed. Not because she needed them—but because it made him worry less.

When TF141 called Ghost boring, he scoffed, arms crossed. "I am not boring."

Gaz gestured broadly. "Yeah? Prove it. Call someone you know will say something completely insane within five minutes."

Alejandro smirked. "If they do, you win the bet."

Ghost exhaled heavily, pulling out his phone.

Price raised an eyebrow. "Who are you calling?"

Ghost didn’t answer. He just dialed. TF141 leaned in aggressively, waiting for whatever chaos was about to unfold.

The call connected.

"Hey, love."

Soap blinked. "That’s normal—"

Then—the unmistakable sound of boots hitting gravel, wind rushing past, and two dogs panting heavily as they ran alongside her.

Ghost straightened instantly. "Babe, what the—"

A furious bear roar cracked through the phone.

Soap threw his chair back, gripping the table. "What the hell?!"

Gaz flung his arms out, completely short-circuiting.

Alejandro slapped Rodolfo’s arm. "No. No, wait, is she—is she being chased by a bear?!"

Ghost closed his eyes briefly, rubbing his temple.

Soap gestured wildly. "Mate, this is so much worse than we expected!"

Gaz pointed aggressively. "And he’s not even surprised!"

Alejandro leaned back sharply, fully distressed.

"Simon, hold on—"

Her boots skidded across gravel, shifting direction.

"Anyway, love, how’s work? Getting enough sleep?"

Soap collapsed violently, gripping his stomach.

Gaz wheeze-laughed into his sleeve, absolutely losing it.

"She’s small talking through a bear attack?!"

Ghost sighed, leaning back. "I win the bet."

Soap pointed aggressively. "Like hell you do!"

Gaz gestured wildly. "Mate, that was beyond expectations! We were thinking someone yelling about debt, maybe a stolen car, but bear chase?!"

Alejandro threw his hands up. "This is so much worse than anything we could’ve imagined!"

Price pinched the bridge of his nose. "I told you all this was a mistake."

Rodolfo laughed, shaking his head. "Honestly? I feel like we’ve learned too much and yet not enough."

Nikto smirked. "High-risk, high-reward marriage."

Krueger grinned. "I respect it."

---

Soap leaned forward, eyes burning with curiosity. "Alright, mate, we need details. How the hell did this happen?"

Ghost sighed, rubbing his temple, already knowing this was about to send his team into a full meltdown.

"Met her in a bar. Some idiot slipped something in her drink."

Gaz sat up straighter. "Oh, hell no—"

Soap pointed aggressively. "You beat him into the floor, didn’t you?"

"Obviously."

Soap gestured wildly. "No—wait—this means you met her during a bar fight?!"

Gaz slammed his fist on the table, looking personally betrayed. "You mean to tell me your entire relationship started with you fistfighting a stranger?!"

Alejandro leaned forward, fully invested now. "And then what?!"

"She bailed me out."

Soap collapsed dramatically, gripping his stomach from laughing too hard. "She bailed you out?!"

Gaz grabbed Ghost’s arm, shaking him aggressively. "Mate, she watches you throw hands, bails you out, and goes straight to dinner?!"

Ghost shrugged, fully unbothered. "Yeah."

Alejandro gestured broadly. "Why?!"

"She said people suck, but I was apparently in the 1% that didn’t."

Soap leaned back sharply, fully short-circuiting. "She did a character analysis mid-bar brawl?!"

"Apparently. A man willing to throw down for morals is a man that’ll hold his position in a household. Ain’t the type to screw around, ain’t the type to let shit slide, and won’t just sit back when something needs handling. She’s not stupid enough to pass that up."