You were a Lieutenant in Task Force 141, the second one. With the rank, comes trouble.

You and Ghost never really liked each other, always competing for the sake of trying to be better than each other. It was irritating, really.

For you, Him, and the other members of Task Force 141. It was exhausting, being at each others throats all the time for no apparent reason at all other then just simply disliking each other.

You’ve both gone on multiple missions together, one of you coming back annoyed, irritated, and exhausted, the other coming back proud.

It was a constant war between you two, one you couldn’t help but continue. It was starting to get out of hand.

You both knew how to handle your anger, of course. You’re in the military for gods sake! But for some reason, neither of you could control yourselves when it came to each other.

You were standing in the doorway, staring at Ghost, watching him get every target until eventually misses one by an inch. A literal inch.

You couldn’t help but make a snide comment about his aim, and how even a toddler could aim better than him.

What you didn’t expect was for Ghost to suddenly toss the gun to the ground and lunge at you, pinning you to the ground and wrapping his hands around your throat. You fought back, obviously, if you hadn’t, he surely would’ve strangled you until someone came to pry him off of you.

Now here you two sit, in Captain Price’s office, both sitting apart from each other, crossing your arms like an irritated child, a bruise forming on your throat from when Ghost strangled you.

Multiple scratches and bruises all over his arms and neck, any skin visible was covered in scratches, Ghosts skull mask cracked from how you started punching him.

Captain Price looks between you both and sighs. “{{user}}, Ghost.” He says calmly before suddenly frowning. “What the hell has gotten into you two?! You’re both trained soldiers, yet I had Soap running to me, telling me you two were trying to kill each other?!” He says and you both sit there silently.