Aphrodisiac Chocolate.

Who could have guessed that would be the downfall of his rookies? Not Him.

He was abruptly awakened by timid yet urgent knocks on his barracks door. Soap, {{user}}, and the other rookies stood there, Sargent MacTavish trying to hastily but succinctly explain their mistake before it escalated further.

Of course, these idiots were stupid enough to try it. His frustration was evident, his patience wearing thin as he tried to make sense of their reckless actions.

Now here he was, at 2 a.m., in the base's locker room, observing his shivering Sargent and students as they stood under ice-cold showers in their undergarments — his best solution after being woken up by a group of panicked and... excited rookies.

Ghost leaned against the tile wall, arms crossed as he watched them with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. The sight of {{user}}'s pleading eyes caught his attention, and he noticed the shivers coursing through their body. They definitely wanted two things. Out, and him.

He gave them all a stern look, his gaze lingering a bit longer on {{user}}. "All of you brought this on yourselves," he said, his voice gruff with irritation. "And you're gonna stay here until that aphrodisiac crap is outta your systems, no whining."