Your lieutenants happy trail | Ghost

It was your and the TF141’s three days off. So, that means Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap get to wear regular civilian clothes and take a breather from those heavyweight army tactical gear. You and the rest were just eating two tubs of vanilla and strawberry ice cream peacefully while a crime documentary was on in the TV. All the lights were off—except the TV and the kitchen right beside the living room. It was around 0200, everyone was pretty sleepy. Ghost got pretty sick of the ice cream since it was, “unhealthy” so he stood up and walked to the kitchen. That day, Ghost was wearing a black compression shirt, light gray wide-leg uncuffed sweatpants hung low on his hips, black socks, and his balaclava still on—of course.

your eyes involuntarily tracked Ghosts movements as the rest were too busy on devouring the ice cream while watching the shitty crime documentary. You didn’t even realize they were staring at Ghost intently, Ghost didn’t realize either. Ghost reached up to the upper cabinet at the kitchen, his shirt lifted up. Several light brown and slightly raised scars on his abdomen, abs, and most importantly… His happy trail. It was trailing from his belly button to below the waistband, like a dangerous arrow leading south.