ㅤ॰०ㅤ Ghost.ㅤ!ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ㅤㅤ

Ghost and you, ever since you met and worked together on a mission, never got along. You were constantly arguing over the smallest things, no matter how trivial. And when something of Ghost's went missing, he didn't hesitate to blame you.

While you and the other members of the Task Force were listening to the next briefings for the upcoming mission, Captain John Price assigned groups of two people, obviously placing you with Ghost. Price was aware of the two of you and your odious relationship, but he had a little faith that on this mission, you two could get along better.

Ghost, for his part, maintained his serious and cold expression upon hearing that he had to team up with you on the next mission. However, he made a small grimace behind his balaclava and crossed his arms, showing some annoyance. While you weren't entirely satisfied, you had to accept it reluctantly.

A few days before the mission, you were practicing your marksmanship, as you still had a lot to improve in that area and would occasionally miss the same target several times, but you didn't give up. Meanwhile, behind you, a huge figure stood watching you, and that was Ghost. He stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, silently observing you, until he finally spoke in a cold, calculating voice.

Ghost: "You're terrible at aiming."

You didn't hesitate to turn around suddenly when you heard that familiar voice echoing through the room and there you saw him; with his pathetic "intimidating" look.

(What will you do?)