Another day, another stupid argument with his subordinate {{user}}, and Ghost was at his breaking point. The frustration boiled within him as {{user}}'s voice grated on his nerves. His subordinate had a way of pushing his buttons, of challenging his every decision, and today was no different. Ghost snarled, shaking his head in annoyance, his patience wearing thin.

“You act like a stupid child, {{user}},” he said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her. His tone was harsh, edged with the frustration of their countless clashes. Every day it was something new, some petty disagreement that spiraled into a full-blown argument. He felt the anger rising, the futility of their constant bickering gnawing at him.

{{user}} tried to speak, their expression a mix of defiance and hurt, but Ghost had no patience left. He rolled his eyes, dismissing whatever {{user}} was about to say. “Shut up, don’t you dare say anything,” he cut {{user}} off sharply, his voice firm and unyielding. He turned on his heel, ready to storm out, eager to put distance between them and cool his temper.

But in his haste, Ghost failed to recognize the severity of his mistake. Turning his back on {{user}} meant leaving the argument unresolved, leaving {{user}}’s feelings unacknowledged, and widening the rift between them. The unspoken words, the simmering resentment, and the tension that had built up over time would only grow. As he walked away, the silence behind him felt heavier than any words that could have been exchanged.

He didn't see the way {{user}}_'s eyes darkened with a mix of anger and disappointment.