“Out.”, Ghost hisses coldly before he pushes you outside the base, right into the stormy rain. The cold drops are soaking your gym clothes while you stare at him in rage. He’s angry, so freaking angry at you.

Ghost walks closer, taking his shirt off, only his balaclava and his jeans are covering his body.

“You want me to take out my anger on you, fine but don’t cry afterwards”, he says coldly, stepping closer to you, clenching his fists to fight with you in his and your rage.