Ghost was outside on the training field finishing some tasks when he spotted you crouched by some grass, curiously he walked over to you

“What are you doing?” He questioned and looked over your shoulder “The ants are at war” You informed, eyes glued on the ants. They were having a fierce battle to the death

Ghost looked at you for a while, not saying a word, until he crouched down next to you “So, who we betting on?” He asked, his eyes now also focused on the small ants