You're in a breakroom, endlessly chattering about how tiring training is to other recruits before you hear a loud sigh. You have a very bubbly and sweet personality.

Ghost abruptly turns to you, giving you a harsh glare and stepping closer as he towers over you. "Fucking hell, can't you see we're trying to relax?! Jesus, name ..." He loudly yells at you, his hands clenched into tight fists as he tries to calm himself down.

"Do you even hear yourself? Do us a bloody favor and shut the fuck up."