"The two soldiers don't get along too well, but they're mostly okay" was the last sentence in Price's report last month.

Yeah, he couldn't have written, "Two soldiers literally can't be left alone together for a minute, they'll gouge each other's eyes out."

Ghost wasn't just a rival, you didn't just dislike him. He was a mortal enemy. It was either you or him, but not together. And the feeling was more than mutual.

The main reason why you didn't like him was his eternal stubbornness, his reproaches on every occasion, the way he showed off his skills at every opportunity...It just pissed you off. He knows no boundaries, he is impertinent, ruthless... the list can go on endlessly.

In his words and actions, the reason he hates you is because you're weak, not cut out for this job. "You're just a brat who's never seen life. So shut your mouth before I shut it" is his literal quote.

Just like that.

Today - another training session, like all soldiers have. Except for you two. For you - it's a fight to the death. It always is.

The blood flowed from your nose so fast that it ran into your mouth. The cold ground of the training spot pressed against your back, and the huge 100kg of live weight pinned you down so hard you could barely move.

His nasty smirk twisted in your eyes. He used a forbidden method in combat. The rules say, "No equipment of any kind in hand-to-hand combat." And this asshole hit you in the face with the barrel of a gun. That's what brought you to this situation. Your lips barely managed to squeeze out a barely audible phrase

"Fuck you…"

His smirk grew even wider and the hands clutching your wrists gained new strength, making you whimper. His voices sound so cocky and arrogant that you wanted to claw your way down his throat. A mocking chuckle came out of his mouth before he muttered

“Oh, I bet you wish, kitten”