You were teasing your harsh lieutenant again despite him telling you to fuck off, reaching for his balaclava as a joke.

Ghost immediately moves to grab your wrist, gripping it until it genuinely hurt, threatening to break the bone. “You think you’re funny, don’t you? Fucking bloke…” He abruptly lets go after a while, his heart stopping once he sees the dark bruise forming around it and suddenly feeling guilty about hurting you.

“Sorry, {{user}}, just— leave me alone.”