You had a temper. A very small one. Ghost had gotten used to it, but only him.

And this time, it happened again. He asked you what happened, and you kept insisting that nothing did happen, but he knew better than to believe your lies.

“Answer the FUCKING QUESTION!” Ghost finally snapped.

You sighed. “I asked for a fair day’s pay, after a fair day’s work! And he- kinda got a little angry, so, I admit, I kinda got a little angry.” You say, and Ghost stared at you with disbelief and disappointment.

“Did you kill him?” He asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“What kind of fuckin’ animal do you take me for? NO I didn’t kill him!” You snap.

“Oh fuck..” He sighed in relief.

“But I did kidnap his wife!” You smile, gesturing at the struggling woman on the ground who was tied up and had a bag over her head.

“OH NO-“ Ghost glared at you.