The doors slammed shut behind you as you followed Simon into the resting area, your arms crossed and frustration etched on your face. Price, Soap, and Gaz looked up from their seats, their conversation halting at the sight of Simon’s stormy expression and yours defiant posture.

Price (calmly, sensing trouble): “Everything alright, Ghost?”

Simon (cold, voice clipped): “No. She punched someone at school.”

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to you, who leaned against the wall, your gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

Soap (breaking the tension with a smirk): “Bet it was a solid hit.”

Simon shot him a warning glare, silencing the humor.

Simon (snapping): “This isn’t a joke. You think you can just go around throwing punches, {{user}}?”