You and another recruit were arguing about a tedious and petty thing.

You saw him break your phone with a hammer, your screen shattered. The recruit claimed he didn’t.

Ghost watched from the corner, leaning forward so his forearms were resting on his thighs, hands clasped together.

He was thinking about something while watching yall when he was snapped back into reality when the recruit shoved you.

He wasted no time standing up and walking over to the both of you, standing in the middle.

“What do you think you are doing pushing my recruit?” he spoke, his heavy british accent coming through to the recruit who shoved you.