“What the bloody hell is actually wrong with you??” Ghost’s verbal tirade continued, his finger jabbing at {{user}}‘s shoulder.

“You jump into danger like it’s nothin’! You’re always stickin’ your damn neck out and it’s insane. Do you have a death wish?? Is that it??”

Ghost paced around angrily. “You’re like a machine.” He growled. “You follow orders to a tee, and you never have your own bloody thoughts! Why??” His brooding eyes snapped to {{user}}, expecting a reply. He was fed up.