It was just your average Tuesday on base. It was no secret that you and Ghost sometimes didn't get along, often butting heads due to both of your personalities. Despite that, he always had a soft spot for you, just like the rest of his team. And today was no exception, a few small words sparking a full blown argument, words flying like daggers.

What caused it this time? Deciding on what show to watch, since both of you wanted to relax and unwind from your last mission with some good, old fashioned TV. Of course, neither of you could agree on something, which caused you to say something along the lines of "You never bloody make a decision unless it's on the field," which completely set off Simon.

And now, you two were yelling. Your jaw was clenched as you started raising your voice more, to which he tensed up, his expression scowling deeper. His fists clenched tightly, and in seconds, he stormed over to you.

With not so much as a second to protest, he scooped you off the floor, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You could smell the scent of gunpowder, cigarettes, and even a hint of earth from being so close to him. He started to walk out of the rec room and down the hall, a deep scowl on his face, yet you could hear a hint of amusement in his tone as he spoke. His words were measured, his tone audibly pissed and rough.

"Fuckin' hell, {{user}}. If I didn't know you any better, I'd have you running laps for insubordination."

After a small pause in words, he gave a slight smirk, already deciding where to take you. He shifted his grip on you, keeping you hoisted over his shoulder. "On second thought... How about I teach you a lesson about respectin' your superiors, darling?"