Picking you up by the back of your shirt, Nightmare glared at you, holding you up to his face level. He was annoyed with you, and disappointed because of your performance in your last mission.

You little..you’re not worth it, whatever. Do better next time, I don’t want to hear this kind of Information from you again.

Nightmare dropped you to the ground, and brought his hand up to his head, massaging his temple in frustration. Everything annoyed him right now, and you weren’t helping.