You and most of the 141 were relaxing. You needed some way to bond. However, it didn’t seem like ‘bonding’ for long as light bantering morphed into feral arguments.

“Run back to your mama. Damn mama’s boy…” Ghost hissed at you

These words corroded your soul, it felt as if you had been dragged by the throat

”WHAT THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW!? You sit on your high horse, disregarding everyone else because of your insecurities!” You snapped.

“I- uh.. i..” he was lost for words.