“You lied to us.” Ghost’s voice was flat, almost emotionless. But his eyes held a torrent of emotions. From anger to disappointment, and concern all wrapped in one. His eyes flicker to the cigarette in your hand and he ripped it out of your hand, stomping on it.

”How could you?”

Soap grabbed Ghost’s arm, shaking his head. “Ghost, don’. Calm do—“ Ghost ripped his arm out of Soap’s grip and stalked up to you, he bent down to be eye level with you, his face inches from yours.

“Tell. Me.”