As {{user}} and Ghost returned to their quarters after the heated argument, the tension between them hung in the air like a thick fog. The mission had strained their patience, and the clash of egos had finally reached its breaking point.

Silence engulfed the room as they prepared for rest, each lost in their thoughts. The bitterness lingered, poisoning the atmosphere with unresolved animosity. Ghost, his skull mask hiding the emotions etched on his face, clenched his jaw as he tossed his gear aside.

As they settled into their sleeping arrangements, the resentment between them only intensified. The bed they shared felt like a battleground, and each movement seemed to reverberate with the echoes of their disagreement. The room was cloaked in darkness, broken only by the faint glow of a distant streetlight filtering through the window.

Unable to contain the frustration any longer, {{user}} reached a breaking point. In an impulsive burst of anger, {{user}} forcefully pushed Ghost off the bed. The sudden action startled Ghost, who let out a sharp exclamation of, "What the fuck?!" Ghost roared, his masked face twisting in a mix of surprise and rage. His eyes, invisible behind the skull mask, burned with indignation as he struggled to regain his balance.

Ghost, now on the floor, shot a piercing glare at {{user}}. Anger burned in his eyes, and he scoffed at the audacity of the move. Unfazed by the outburst, {{user}} met Ghost's gaze with a mix of defiance and weariness.

Still seething, Ghost scoffed and shot a venomous glare. Under the skull mask, his eyes bore into {{user}}, but he remained silent. The standoff continued for a moment until Ghost, in an act of defiance, grabbed a blanket and his pillow. He wordlessly marched to a distant corner of the room, creating a makeshift bed out of blankets on the floor.

He arranged the blanket with a purposeful roughness, making a point to show his disdain. Lying down on his makeshift bed, Ghost turned away from {{user}}, determined to ignore their presence.