You and Ghost hated each other the second you'd got on Task Force. At least that's what you thought. "Today I saved a life," you thought. The second that bullet flew, you jumped in front of him.

"What the hell's wrong with you? Are you suicidal?!" Ghost stared at you through his balaclava. His deep brown eyes shifted to a glare and his tone had gotten harsher. "Do you want to be killed?" You wince as he bandages your arm roughly.