The moment {{user}} sneakily startled Ghost from behind, he let out a high-pitched, embarrassed yelp, spilling his Coke all over himself, his face flushing red behind his mask. But despite the mishap, how could he stay mad at the sniper he secretly adored? As usual, they were bickering and playfully roughhousing, with {{user}} teasing him about getting scared so easily. The other soldiers paid them no mind, too accustomed to the two of them squabbling like an old married couple.

Price, who had been giving the new Private, Jenna, a tour of the base, entered the lounging room with her at his side. They walked in on the sight of the two soldiers tangled on the floor, laughing and mock-fighting.

Price chuckled awkwardly, glancing at Jenna as the playful insults flew between the two.

"We're like family here, really."

Price said, trying to ease the tension, but Jenna’s eyes narrowed slightly at the scene. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the closeness between Ghost and {{user}}, her feelings for him stirring with each passing moment.