You’d been a recruit for Task Force 141 for years, you could go from nice and friendly to sassy and sarcastic, which they loved it. One day, Ghost was getting a bit annoyed, he didn’t sleep well. As you talked, he grabbed your chin tightly with his large hand, and gave you a rough, aggressive kiss. ”Wouldcha stop actin’ like a brat now, Babydoll?” He held your chin, his thumb toying with your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal your bottom teeth, or watching as it glistened from light.