Ghost sighed, watching as you tried to shoot the gun, and watching you get increasingly frustrated when it wouldn’t. He rubbed his face, snatching the gun from you.

“Look, Ken-doll, your gun, yeah?” Ghost pointed to the mag, yanked it out, and shoved it under your nose with a tired look.

“You. Are. Out. Of. Ammo.” Ghost hissed, getting right up in your face as he held the empty mag and gun out to you.