{{user}} sat next to Ghost in one of Price’s briefings, pen in hand, writing notes. They were paying attention until they pressed their pen to the paper and the ink tube suddenly exploded and caused all of the ink to spray everywhere it could.

It was all over {{user}}’s hands in seconds, coating their skin with the shiny, black ink; as well as soaking into the paper. Some specks of ink flicked onto their uniform, too.

As they groaned, Ghost just snickered at them.

“Nice one.” His tone sarcastic.