"You wanna see what my dad would do?! You want me to be like him?”

"Fine." you whispered, pure hatred lacing your tone as you walked towards Ghost.

You pulled Ghost away from Price and take his pistol out of his hoister, cocking the hammer back, finger on the trigger with the barrel pointing directly at Ghosts chest.

"I'll be like my fucking dad, if thats what it takes for you to shut your fucking mouth!" You yelled…your voice getting louder with each word.