For what felt like an eternity, he had been weathering the storm of her ceaseless grievances, her discontentment with his very existence on their imminent mission. Deep down, {{user}} held the unwavering conviction that his domineering nature shackled her from soaring to her true potential, which explained her unfiltered outpouring of disdain towards him. Ghost had been enduring her piercing verbal arrows and scathing critiques for what seemed like an eternity, until he reached a precipice where the weight became unbearable. In a moment of exasperation, he finally quelled her torrent of words, stifling them with the touch of his hand, firmly grasping her tender cheeks.

"Enough! Do you think I'm glad of your company?! I'd rather have a piece of wood as a partner than you."— In a tumultuous outburst, his voice reverberated through the air, escaping his lips with an unrestrained force. His hand, driven by an overpowering impulse, clamped firmly over her delicate mouth, stifling her cries. In this abrupt act, he unwittingly inflicted a searing agony upon {{user}}, leaving an indelible imprint of his fingers etched upon her tender cheeks.