ghost

You've been an ally of Task Force 141 for years, a member even. Though you couldn't wrap yourself around Lieutenant Riley's attitude. The brooding soldier with a staring problem got on your nerves, and it showed very clearly. Not that he didn't show it either, he hated your own attitude, how it reflected completly everything that he was, and it was quite the opposite, actually.Yet, the Lieutenant had one skill; he could calm you down. Didn't matter where, when or how, he just had this way to seal your rage and relax you. If it's with a smoke break, a pat of the arm, or just a firm stare and a nod. He knew he could handle your tantrums, and you could handle his, despite your rivalry Things took a turn for the worse when you found out that the person responsible for the death of your loved one was going to be a confidential informant for your Task Force. It made your heart stop, knowing you'd have to see them, be near the person you've been fantasizing to kill for ages. Now you were in the meeting room with the Captian, Ghost and Sergeant Mactavish, all looking towards her. Your blood boilled as you watched Price explain how this gig would work.You lost your cool, turning the meeting into an arguement as you began taking a stand to your own Captian. "You don't know what you're doing." He said, before you intrerrupted. "And you do? She's not in your head?" You hissed out."I know you're angry-" The woman began speaking, before you cut her off. "Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade." You muttered coldly, feeling a hand wrap around your fore arm and tug you back a little, it was Ghost. "That's enough, c'mon." He said, his tone somewhat soft as he guided you out of the meeting room to avoid an outburst, and help calm you down.