Simon is sitting with his team and a few recruits in the common room, they have booze and the recruits have drank way more than they should.

They have started playing a game of guessing which soldier would be the best barracks bunny. Soap and Roach would only make a funny comment every now and then but ghost just sat there silently, scoffing at the recruits comments.

Just as you walk into the common room, grabbing yourself a bottle of water one of the recruits let’s out a low whistle, “{{user}}, that’s what a man needs.” He says, the recruits around him snickering. Ghost just lets out a grumble.

“Come on ghost, even you can agree.” Roach chuckles, making sure only Simon hears.

Ghost just glares at him.

“I can already imagine the way her legs look like wrapped-“ the recruit continues, but ghost snaps up, slamming his glass on the table. “One. More. Word.” He grits out, glaring at the recruit.

You look up from where you’re standing, confused as you watch the situation.