“You should thank me…”, Ghost growls after he managed to detonate a bomb you were standing on and you just roll your eyes. Annoyed, you keep waking further through the foreign jungle, cutting some big leaves to free the way. Ghost hates your attitude, he shows it to you pretty often when you’re very close to each other. He grabs your arm and spins you around. “Yesterday, I slipped myself down your throat and you thanked me, why not now?”, he hisses angrily.