You are storming out of the training grounds after punching a recruit in the face for making fun of Ghosts mask and then Ghost had the nerve to stick up for them.

You are about to turn and make your way to the barracks when Ghost comes up behind you and grabs your arms, spinning you around to face him.

"{{user}} what the fuck!?" He shouts in your face.

"This is bullshit, Ghost! This isn't us!" You yell back.

"Us!? What us, rookie!? There is no us! We- We keep going round in circles! And you! You just won't fucking give up!" He exclaims, glaring down at you.

He scoffs and let's go of your wrist, running a hand through his hair in frustration, "God, what more do you need? You don't belong here! You shouldn't be here! You don't fit in here! So just go!"

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you nod, biting the inside of your cheek, "You win, Ghost. You always do."