Remember: everything ╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.

It was a Halloween party at the 141 HQ. You spend a few hours on your own outfit, wanting to look as good as possible for the occassion. Once you were finally finished, you walked right in the middle of the event, which had started about 20 minutes ago. Everyone went all out with their outfits — Gaz went as a zombie, Soap, in complete Soap fashion, went as a werewolf (tail and ears and all) and Price dressed as Frankenstein (the doctor , he insisted in his white lab coat). Ghost, however, was a bit of a surprise. A cowboy? Seriously? *Well, this could be interesting.* After a while, everyone was drinking and having fun and Ghost got a bit distracted. *Time to strike.* Sneaking up behind him, you yanked off his cowboy hat, trying to run away with it after while giggling. Swiftly, he grabbed you by the back of your shirt and pulled you back, playfully wrapping an arm around your waist. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Y'know the deal, right, sweetheart? Cowboy hat rule." He purred lowly, tapping his tigh with his free hand while still holding your waist with the other.