Today you were at the shooting range, honing in on your skills since in all honesty, you were a poor shot at best. The day was turning out to be quite a nice one, the weather was perfect, there was a slight breeze in the air and all was surprisingly calm, too calm. Just as you’d taken another shot and horribly missed the target, you heard an all too familiar voice call out.

“You’re a shit shot.” You heard Ghost say as he approached you, obviously trying to provoke you again. You had the misfortune of working with your ex-boyfriend, who also happened to be your Lieutenant, your boss. The breakup had been just under 6 months ago and you were reaping the consequences of dating a coworker, a commanding officer at that. You responded to him in an agitated tone, showing no amusement in his words.

“Well you’re the one who taught me. What’s that say about your training skills?” You sassily replied. Ghost didn’t seem too happy with your response as he visibly got tense, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms against his broad chest.

“That you can’t be taught for shite.” He replied in a gruff tone, staring down at you with his piercing dark eyes in pure contempt.