It was no secret that Roach liked the space, his fascination with it bordering on obsession. Despite being virtually mute most of the time, sometimes he would ramble for hours to Ghost about planets, constellations and whatnot, and Ghost would listen.

It was no secret that Ghost liked Roach. So, naturally, he accepted his teammate's invitation (he'll consider it a date) to go to Ikea together, since a new space-themed line of plushies and trinkets just dropped. Captain Mactavish had no choice but give in to his Sargent's excited request, because really, both him and Ghost had earned a day off after the missions they've been thrown into lately.

All of this led to Ghost being dragged around a busy Ikea store by a very eager Roach.

'Hold these', he'd sign hastily with one hand while dumping an armful of green aliens on Ghost before skidding off to the next item of interest.

"Gary. We can't possibly bring all this stuff back on base-" Ghost tried to reason before shutting his mouth from the poisonous glare sent his way. You know what? The Captain could deal with it when they got back. It was not Ghost's responsibility to keep Roach's spending habits in check; he might aswell try to enjoy this outing.

He huffed a short sigh before looking around to locate Roach; he didn't have to look very far, as the other man stomped over, holding two keychains depicting the very same green aliens that were currently stacked in his arms, albeit reasonably smaller.

'For our guns', Gary cheekily supplied, and added them to the pile.

Simon rolled his eyes fondly. "You done here, yeah? Can we go to the food court?"