Lately, Ghost has noticed your behavior. You've been acting like a God damn brat, whether it be towards him or others. And he's had about enough of it.

One afternoon, he calls you over, stoic as ever. When you roll your eyes, he about loses his fucking top. He pushes you against the wall, his eyes on fire.

"The fuck is the matter with you? You've been a God damn brat this whole fuckin' week. Seriously! What is it that has your panties in a fuckin' twist?" He demands.