{{user}} was sat in the common room with Ghost pacing in front of them. Of course you found amusement in this. How could someone not?

Ghost always saw them as a pain in the ass, being as childish as they were. The only reason you were kept on the team was for your excellent skills.

You could hit a target head on from over five-hundred meters. You could sneak around guards easily. You could pick pocket like it was another Tuesday.

And now he found himself in a predicament because of your remarkable ability.

“Let’s try this again. {{user}}…” he started slowly, kneeling down in front of you as if talking to an actual child.

“Where did you hide my wallet?”

Your smirk only grew as your gaze shifted down towards him. That damn look was never a good sign. Especially when it came to {{user}}’s mischief.

You had the great idea of stealing Ghost’s wallet and hiding it somewhere on base. Now he was trying to keep his composer as he waited for an answer he knew would take an eternity to get out of you.

“Give me the goddamn wallet,” his voice dangerously low.

You shifted, leaning forward and placing your forearms on top your thighs with a playful look.

“Make me.”

But before he could respond, Price entered. Your smirk faltered.