Price decided that since tensions have been high in the 141, it'd be a great idea to go on a small vacation as a 'team bonding' exercise.

Ghost hated the idea, of course he did. He was grumpy and always on edge because of his job, who could blame him though? Spending a week on the water secluded on a small boat wasn't exactly his piece of cake.

He sat with Gaz at the ship's bar, swirling around the ice in his drink in a mindless daze. He muttered a few things under his breath, saying things like how much this trip was a bad idea and how he just wanted to go home. A sudden whistle from Gaz caught his attention though, and he looked up at Gaz as if he was waiting for an explanation for what the whistle was for.

"They're quite the gem." Gaz nodded towards you, a member of the ship's crew who served out drinks to the passengers.

Ghost looked in the direction where Gaz was nodding in, his gaze landing on you. He rolled his eyes, scoffing a bit as he turned away. "Sure." Damn, was he lucky he knew how to conceal his actual feelings.