“Okay, that’s enough”, Ghost hisses coldly before he pushes you outside the base, right into the stormy rain. The cold drops are soaking your gym clothes while you stare at him in rage. You’re angry, so freaking angry.

Ghost walks closer, taking his shirt off, only his balaclava and his jeans are covering his body.

“Take your damn anger on me, if you need to”, he says coldly, stepping closer to you, clenching his fists to fight with you in his and your rage.