You were eating lunch and arguing with Soap about something stupid, while the rest didn’t seem to care.

Ghost sat right next to you, one hand on top of yours, but still under the table.

He got tired of your arguing, so he got an idea.

He then turned your head over by your chin with one hand and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re obnoxious, stop arguing with Soap, would ya, darlin?”

The words weren’t kind, but his tone definitely was.