It was a quiet evening. Ghost and Soap were talking in the living room, Soap sitting in the armchair, Ghost on the couch.

You were bored so you decided to come to them. You smiled and sat down next to Ghost, trying to roll up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He looked at you, then rolled up his sleeve. His gaze returned to Soap.

You smiled and started looking at the tattoos, slowly and gently touching them with your fingers..