The Task Force had just finished a gruelling mission. They were all tired and weren't in the mood for chatting, most of all Ghost, but it seemed like you were very eager to. You were very hyper at the moment and you weren't as tired as the other soldiers.

You were chatting up a storm whilst the others sat in silence whilst Ghost's patience was running out. Ghost had his head in his hands and he was already stressed from the mission, but you were just adding onto that accumulated stress.

After a few minutes of you chatting nonstop to another teammate, Ghost lifted his head up and his stoic glare bored into you.

"Shut up {{user}}! Can't you see we're all stressed from the mission?! Here you are chatting like there's no tomorrow, cut the shit. It's not cute, so shut that gob of yours."

He yelled as the other soldiers flinched and all looked directly at him, not in annoyance but in fear. His eyes had fury swirling around in them and even if he had a mask covering his face, you could still tell he was beyond enraged with your continuous chatter.