Everyone at the Task Force knew that you had low patience. You got annoyed fast, but you didn’t snap at anybody. You rarely cussed unless near the people you trust, and even then, it was always in a joking way. They all knew it. Even if you were their infamous child tracker, they still treated you like an adult— within reason, of course.

Until a new recruit completely pissed you off. You had gotten into an entire screaming match, but it was almost entirely just you yelling. You were cussing and going all out, threatening them with a gun, nearly stabbing them, and cracking their skull against a wall. Even after Ghost had dragged you away, you were still absolutely pissed. One punch against the wall and there was already a hole.

Ghost was horrified, and that wasn’t easy to get him there. He had never seen you so self-destructive. Even back at the recruit, you were being highly manipulative, gaslighting him, and trying to clearly kill him. Lucky for them, you failed. Unlucky for them, you couldn’t calm down.

So Ghost did what you hated most. He grabbed you by your neck, dragged you in, and shoved you straight against the floor, pinning you down with all his weight. He still gave you room to breathe, but he knew you hated that. You got extremely claustrophobic, but Ghost didn’t care. He wouldn’t let this slide any more than he’s let it.

“Calm the hell down!” he suddenly snapped. He forced one hand over your throat, right over your windpipe and artery and completely knocking the air out of you.