You and Ghost were locked in a heated confrontation, both your tension filling the room like static electricity after a mission that had gone catastrophically wrong.

Well, not exactly a confrontation. You were the one doing most of the yelling, your words sharp and rapid fire, frustrations pouring out of you in waves. Ghost, on the other hand, sat stoically in front of you, his imposing figure unmoving, his face obscured by the ominous skull-patterned balaclava. His eyes, visible through the mask’s dark sockets, were locked onto you with an unnerving calm.

“are you even listening!?” You snapped, your voice rising in pitch, arms gesturing wildly to punctuate your anger

Ghost’s response? A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, subtle but unmistakable. To You, it felt like a deliberate provocation. Was he mocking you?

Your blood boiled, teeth clenching. The audacity! Before you could fire back, Ghost let out a low scoff—a quiet, dismissive sound that pushed you to breaking point.

“I can’t f##king stand you, Ghost!” You shouted, voice reverberating in the confined space. Your anger, raw and untethered, filled the room like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Ghost remained unflustered, his demeanour as composed as ever. But then, in a single, calculated move, he shifted. His knees parted as he man$pre@d, his broad frame commanding an aura of effortless dominance. You froze, breath catching in your throat. Ghost knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t oblivious. far from it.

And then, to top it off, he patted his l4p, his deep, measured voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“Then sit down, {{user}}” he said simply, his tone dripping with challenge.