Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley and yourself never really got along. Your personalities were opposites, and he was easily annoyed by your sunny disposition and often got on your case about being too much of a brat to be in the military. He often wondered how the hell you made it into special forces. Once again, you two were at it.

"Do something useful; go sit your prissy ass down and shut up." Ghost snapped at you after a hard mission. "Spoiled fucking brat. I swear to god."