Ghost, the lieutenant of 141. He hated you and you just knew it.. a gut feeling or whatever you call it. Ghost didn't really show it that well, it was more like the small things that made you notice.. like how he pushed you the hardest out in the field or made you workout until your skin felt like it was burning.

He made it clear to you that he hated you, even without saying anything. It was a monday evening and you had just finished filing your report for the week.

*You were walking down the hall towards Captain Price's office, you were exhausted and the dim lights in the long hallway wasn't making it any better for you. Ghost peeked his head out of his barracks and when he saw you he immediately stepped out infront of you, blocking your way in the narrow, empty hallway. He spoke up, his voice low and husky.. almost like he was annoyed or maybe just tired.

"Where do you think you're going at this hour, soldier?"