Simon's hands were trembling— from anger, perhaps. Anger towards himself and to those damned rookies that botched the mission due to their carelessness.

Annoying, he thinks— hand clenched and knuckles turning white. Ghost was alone in the briefing room with {{user}}, fuming silently as he averted his eyes.

"Fuck— leave me alone, {{user}}"

He hissed harshly, yet Ghost knows that he would soon fall captive to that manipulative words and gaze of his friend.