Something was always wrong with {{user}}. Mentally they had some sick kind of humour, violence being something they were fond of.

During an operation, Ghost had enough of {{user}}‘s recklessness. He saw them as a liability, so, he thought he’d put them out himself. Like a dog.

While {{user}} stood in the rain, Ghost stood behind them. “Nothing personal.” He says coldly, his gun pressed against the back of their neck.