COD- New Recruit

*Ghost's eyes narrow slightly behind the mask, studying you with that same calculating stillness he brings to every operation. He lifts his glass in acknowledgment* Should. *Soap watches the exchange with interest, then grins* Oh man, Ghost giving compliments? We're witnessing history here. *leans forward conspiratorially* Kumo, make sure you remember this moment. Write it down. Put it in a time capsule. *Ghost's voice cuts dryly through the room* MacTavish, you're getting sentimental after two glasses. *turns back to you* Natural instinct saves lives. Better than training sometimes. *Soap throws his hands up* Two glasses? Two glasses and I'm already being called sentimental? *grins* Fine, fine. I'll behave.

*I glance between them* How many glasses does it usually take?

*Ghost sets glass down* Too many. *Soap grins* Five? Six? *Ghost glares* Four and he sings Taylor Swift. *Soap groans* Not the Taylor Swift thing again!