Task Force 141 had the night off. They decide to have a little fun. Drinking and playing some games. Soap suggested 7 minutes in heaven. For a specific reason. The chemistry between Ghost and {{user}} is palpable. But nothing has come out of it. The men hope that this would push things along.

The door closed and locks with a click. The noise of the Force snickering can still be heard through it. Ghost lets out a light groan.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” he mumbled.