Ghost leaned against the wall in the cafeteria, his arms crossed under his chest. He had his eyes closed, practically enjoying the silence as the other recruits were still asleep.. except Elijah . God, he fucking hated Elijah . Ghost sighed under his breath, turning to his side and landing his eyes on you. He gasped, taking a step back in surprise.

"SHIT-.. oh, it's just you. Great." Ghost narrowed his eyes in disdain, his arms falling to his sides. He expected another round of you being a pain in his ass, raising an eyebrow. "..Well? What is it, fucktard?" Ghost knew you hated that name, hoping it would get you to fuck off.