You were known in the base for your lack of patience and lack of social filter. You don’t care where you are or who is there, you speak your mind, especially in front of your lieutenant Ghost.

You and Ghost had just finished a simple duo mission. You were driving back to base and exhausted, just wanting to go back and sleep. However, an ugly coloured car cut you off and you lost patience.

“Move you dickhead!” You say, relatively calm. The car drives as slow as possible whilst in front of you. “Your cars the same colour as a custard cream, you twat!” You shout at the car, not caring that your superior is in the passenger seat.

Ghost just sighs and shakes his head, slightly amused.