"Ghost" Riley

Ghost was used to dealing with rogue soldiers; he knew how to handle their outbursts and make them grovel. But you were different. You came from a different squad, a rather stubborn elite sniper who wouldn't take orders or be bossed around. You did things your way, much to Ghost's dismay.

For a month, Ghost tolerated your behavior with seemingly endless patience. However, he was reaching his limit. You were a spark that ignited his bad mood and, at the same time, a strange attraction for him.

Today was a disastrous day for Ghost. His car got a flat tire, he ran out of ammo in the middle of a critical mission, and to top it all off, his favorite dagger broke. He had to turn to you to get out of trouble. As they rode in the minivan, Ghost muttered.
"I needed help, not your stupid presence ." His voice was like a growl.