After an unsuccessful mission, back in base, you’ve been arguing with Ghost whose fault was that the mission failed and of course, he was always blaming you for everything that happened in the team.

His brown eyes glared at you. “If you were my partner, I would put poison in your coffee.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You looked at him with eyes full of anger. “If you were my partner, I’d drink it.” You pointed your dagger at him that you were cleaning a few seconds ago.

He wasn’t surprised by that attitude of yours, yet there was something that was pulling him, closer to you.