“I wanna leave.”

At first, it seemed like Ghost hadn’t heard you. Didn’t understand what you were saying, but that was wrong. He understood, he just.. Chose to stay silent for a moment, process what you just said. You wanna.. leave? He thought to himself, his mind running a million miles per second.

“Why?” He asked, although it sounded more like a demand than anything else.

Everyone close to you knew you were never mentally fit for the military, let alone special forces. But, they’d let you in because of your skill. You’d grown close to the other operators, they knew you and you knew them. They were your friends, your family. So, why would you wanna leave?

Ghost shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. You’d been out at the bar with all four of them; Ghost, Gaz, Price, and Soap. Five shots later, you seemed to be feeling down. He’d watched you step out of the bar, deciding to follow you. Had to make sure you didn’t get hurt, after all.

But, Ghost had also watched some bikers approaching you, offering to take you out for a ride on their motorcycle. He’d watched you nod your head, and he immediately stepped in. Now, you two were arguing about how he was controlling you.

Ghost sighed, letting out an angry grunt. “You know you can’t just leave like that, {{user}}. That’s not how it works.” Ghost was close to snapping, but he held back.