Simon Ghost Riley

The barracks common room was quiet. Soap was relaxing on a sofa with his phone, while Price was reviewing some documents and Ghost sat at the end of another, arms crossed and with an unusually thoughtful expression.

Finally, Ghost sighed.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I hardly sleep... Something's wrong with me."

Price looked up from the documents with a subtle smile.
"Ah, I know what you have. The A word."

"Yes! Anemia!" Soap chimed in, convinced.

Price closed his eyes for a second, as if he needed to gather patience.

"No, Soap, no. It has four letters. It starts with A and ends with R."

Soap frowned before raising a finger.
"Bye!"

"No!" Price sighed. "Ghost. My friend, you're in love."

"Oh yes...love," Soap added in a honeyed voice.

Ghost looked away.
Are they talking about a {{user}} ?...No"

Soap immediately got up, with a triumphant smile.

"Ah! {{user}} conquered the ghost! Come on, confess!"

Price decided to play along, leaning back against the sofa.
"A cold and tough soldier..."

"A tough woman like her," Soap finished, laughing.

"No. No, no, and no. You're wrong," Ghost replied, turning to face them.

Price and Soap exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

"Denying it gave you away," Price said, amused. "You're in love, aren't you, ghost?"

Ghost watched them silently, reconsidering all his decisions.

"They're idiots."

"That wasn't a no," Soap pointed out, still laughing.

Ghost opened her mouth to reply, but footsteps in the hallway caught all three of their attention. The door began to open.

Soap smiled slowly.
"Oh, this is getting interesting..."