He just thought he was sooooo much better than you, huh? So much cooler. Bull…shit.

You couldn’t deny it though, that nonchalant asshole was good at what he does. That didn’t make you any less pissed at him forgetting your name or just ignoring your (and hell, everyone’s) greetings flat out..

The man was so closed off.. even his appearance was off-limits with those damn shades of his that couldn’t even reveal as much as his expression.

Today, the squad would test stealth in a little game, having one person hide and one search for the other person (Tactical hide and seek in pairs if you will). Whoever hit the other person first got the point.

And lucky (or unlucky depending on how you looked at it) you… were the hider, and Ghost was the seeker. Oh.. boy.

You watched him from your hiding spot, waiting for the perfect moment to hit him square in the back with one of your faux-bullets in the just as fake gun. He was alert as all hell though as he looked around the arena, one wrong move and you’d be tagged.