Hatred was a strong feeling, it burned hot and wild, scalding those involved. You had a short temper, hatred and anger being two emotions you felt on a daily. Most soldiers knew to steer clear of you, but Ghost couldn’t seem to stay away. He constantly got on your nerves, acting like it was a game to him.

You aimed at the moving target with your gun, trying to focus. Right before you pulled the trigger Ghost leaned on the wall behind you, taunting you, “You sure you gonna hit that, {{user}}?”