You were a feisty new rookie who was already climbing her way to a promotion—its no surprise when you beat the others flawlessly during sparring time. Your commanding officer, however, isn’t your biggest fan—he either ignored you, told you to shut up, or attempted to knock your ego down. Naturally, his friends got suspicious. “But like… you totally like her.” Soap says, looking up at Ghost as he eats his sandwhich as if its the last thing he’ll ever touch—likely true after his last statement. “The fuck? No I don’t.” Ghost replies, kicking Soap under the table. Hes already on edge.