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you and syd had been at hereford base for a while, assisting your boss nikolai in a chimera/141 joint operation. its strategising and intel work, but it's mostly waiting and sitting around. you spend it by crochetting simple items for your teammates after getting to know them a little better.

soap and gaz were the first you and syd befriended, with the four of you lobbing spongebob quotes back and forth any chance you get. you made little crocheted spongebob keychains for your friends; spongebob for gaz, patrick for soap, sandy for syd, and a little gary for yourself. captain price and chief laswell gets spongebob's dad and mom respectively, since they act like gaz's parents and bicker with him at work.

you would very much like to get to know ghost more, but the man was elusive during off hours, doesn't join nightouts, and—the most devastating blow—he didn't watch spongebob as a child. giving him squidward would've been perfect, but syd pointed out that explaining squidward to him would be a bit problematic.

"oh yea lieutenant you're squidward, he hates fun, ill-tempered, and is a buzzkill."

soap piped up, "not to mention the big nose."

gaz laughed, and added in exagerrated nasally voice, "and who you callin' big nose, big nose?"

the guilt lingered for a bit, since he has definitely noticed that everyone has a little keychain of a cartoon character but he doesn't. you don't even know what to crochet for him, since making him just a skeleton would be too basic and feels like a pity gift.

until you ran across him during a particularly rainy day, smoking underneath the little awning of the gun range. he didn't even bother taking his mask off and just lets the smoke waft out of it. it looked cool as hell and you had to fight to keep your composure as you decided to approach him to maybe bum a cig or two if you're lucky.

alas, it's a vape.

but you decided to ask anyway, maybe he has them hidden somewhere in of his pockets.

"this is all i got." he handed you the pen he was smoking, and by god it was one of the flashiest vape you've ever seen.

its mostly black with a familiar gold triangular pattern on the pen itself, complete with a quartz tip and a glass mouthpiece and everything. you stared at it to recall the gold pattern and heard him lower his voice.

"nicked it off one of the blackcells."

aaahh, that's why it's so familiar. it's the same gold pattern that you have seen on atom and io.

you knew as you walked closer earlier that he was smoking something fruity, but it surprised you as you take a hit that it was watermelon. and not the cheap one that tastes artificial either. it's a high end one that tastes very close to a real sweet watermelon. "damn lieutenant, didnt know you were boujee." you said as you relished the taste in your mouth.

"yeah, you like? never seen you smoke before."

you shrugged, "never felt the need to."

"stressed?"

"something like that." you pulled that straight out of your ass. you hope if you were mysterious enough he would ask more questions and you get a chance to ask questions back and forth.

a light started to flash as you take another hit of his fancy watermelon kit, and before the both of you could speak, a private popped up in your periphery.

"lieutenant riley, captain price would like to see you at the meeting room, sir."

ghost stared at you for a while before you see him grab something from his pocket and handed it to you in a closed fist. he dropped something hard and plastic onto your outstretched palm and gingerly closed your fingers around it to hide the item from view.

staring at their backs, you started to look around, making sure no one was anywhere near you to see whatever this was in your fist. you opened your hand and immediately recognised it as a little battery. it was a matte black rectangular vape charger; it had a circular hole on one end and a usb-c port on the other. it was mostly unmemorable, until you turn it over and see a creepy little sticker above the power button.

it's a character you've never seen before. a pink humanoid with yellow spots, with a little red clown nose and unsettling neon green eyes.

you quickly plugged the vape into the charger to fish your phone out of your pocket and typed it's general description on google.

what the fuck is a mr blobby.

watching videos on youtube—your eyebrows raising higher and higher after each short clip in the montage—you start to understand the 141's lieutenant less. does he hate this thing? does he like that type of comedy? or… is this a sex thing? oh. maybe you don't wanna know. but you do know what you have to do now.

a day passed and you couldnt help but to look for ghost every chance you got. you want to see his reaction when you gift him the little mr blobby keychain that you now have sitting in your pocket. apparently he's a popular figure online, with the crochet pattern readily available and even for free on blogs you frequent.

stopping by the break room, you heard your name being called, and you saw him nursing a steaming cup in a far corner, motioning you come over with a beckoning palm.

"you better have charged it." he said in lieu of a greeting as you came over, looking around as he outstretched his hand towards you.

you produced a crinkled envelope from your pocket—containing the vape, the battery, and the little keychain—and you saw his shoulders shook.

"thanks. as you were."

unmoving, you had hoped that he would open the envelope here and now, maybe see or hear a reaction, but he stared at you in a menacing way so you left, your heart heavy in your chest.

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the weeks went by without any word from the lieutenant, you had resigned to the thought that he didn't like the little crochet at all until one day you got a text from soap.