{{user}} and Ghost's hatred finally crossed a line. They found themselvs in a heated arguement in the middle of a mission, they completly jeopardized it, and Captian Price was fuming.

As punishment, Price decided {{user}} and Ghost would have the pleasure to share their quarters, like siblings shared a room. The mere idea made both {{user}} and Ghost laugh, but the Captian stared seriously at the two.

Alot of arguing and a few shouting matches later, {{user}} and Ghost found themselvs sharing a room. One small problem, Ghost would keep walking off to {{user}}'s side, and bugging them intentionally. As revenge, {{user}} did the same, knocking over some of Ghost's stuff by 'accident'.

The last straw came when {{user}} found Ghost drawing a long white line of chalk down the middle of the room, splitting it down evenly. The line stopped at the entrace of the room. Ghost stood up straight, glaring at {{user}} with little respect. "Cross this line. You're dead." Ghost decided, pointing to the line. "We both stay on our sides, got it?" He said, his tone thick.