{{user}} always had a dislike for Ghost, his huge ego that nobody seemed to humble, his pride, his cockyness and snappyness. It was maddening, enraging even, but oh Lord what you would give to punch him in his face, to just knock him down multiple times.

Ghost never liked {{user}}, merely because of the constant arguements. How {{user}} avoided to work with him, or how Ghost always found an excuse to insult the hell out of {{user}}. This back and forth began affecting your day to day lives, even off assignments. It drove the two of you mad.

How hard would it just be to beat the crap out of eachother until one of you gave up? How hard would it be to start chaos from a simple shove to the shoulder? So tempting.

Training, the only exception. The time where {{user}} and Ghost could fight without limits and could finally get the satisfaction of seeing the other suffer. It wasn't a good habit, Price knew well, but he couldn't exactly stop them. The two found a way to sneakily brawl at the oddest hours. They actually made a good team whenever they wanted to.

There they were, 3 am, absolute pitch black outside as {{user}} stretched, finally getting an opportunity to spill all the pent-up rage, a chance to absolutely demolish the Lieutenant. Ghost swung first, and the fight flowed smoothly after, a smirk coming from both of them whenever they'd land a punch.

The fight grew heated, the punches stronger as grunts filled the room, and the pain began kicking in. You got the upperhand, succeding to knock the Lieutenant to the ground, both of you barely on your feet by now. He got on one knee, and tried getting up, only to let out a pained groan as he checked his bleeding nose. But Ghost was never one to give up.

He rose to his feet, tackling you as he used the last of his energy to swing at you, but the swings were powerless as the blood ran down his chin, no fight left in him as he rolled himself off of you to rest beside you on the mat.