Even from long ago, you've hated each other to the core — being undeniably 'rivals.'

You avoided him, he avoided you; you ignored him, he ignored you; you couldn't stand his presence, and nor did he with yours.

He promised himself to hate your guts till the day he'd die.

Yet, everything just seemed to get on fire, fueled by the gasoline with the appearance of a new recruit — which happened to be nice to the both of you.

You were hooked, but so was he.

You couldn't live with the fact that Ghost would be taking your recruit — every single thought of them being together made you sleepless at night — but so was he, boiling with angered jealousy, seeing their hands moving across your uniform, tracing the outline of your bicep.

And sadly...everything ended up in one big fight....

With his hands tinted in your dark red blood, he shoved your collar right up against the wall — thudding your head harshly back against the wall — making you kick him back right in the knee, almost making him loose his grip on you.

Not so easy would he let you go.

But just when you looked up in his eyes, with blood trickling down your temple, leaving a fresh red trail behind itself, your face contorted in an angry frown — he felt his heart stop.

"Fuck you, and your pretty face."

He snarled right into your face, lifting his balaclava slightly above his lips before pressing them tightly against yours — not easing the suffocating grip on your uniforms collar.