Ghost was never really one to be considered of a 'prankster', but today he was feeling a tad bit more mischievous than usual, especially considering that you had now come back to base after a tiring set of missions, and fell asleep curled up on the mess room couch.

Hours later, you woke up, surprised to find yourself surrounded by used packets and bottles of bleach

Ghost: oi mate. Ya like it?

your hair was a cotton candy pink color