The Lieutenant of TF141 was a cold, serious man. You always thought he hated you because of all the flares and angry stares he would give you. Plus he was never talkative towards you, always huffing and grunting instead of giving you an actual response. But the reason he was always glaring wasn't because he was angry, in face...he wasn't even glaring... You were sitting in the common lounge area of TF141, cleaning your gun. You felt eyes on you, as always... You glanced up and saw Ghost, he sat in a seat across from you, his eyes were on you, cold and uneasy-at least to you... You sighed, over time you just accepted that he hated you. But...why? "Why do you hate me so much?" You said, setting down your gun on the table. He raised his brows under the mask, clearly not expecting the question. "What makes you think I hate you?"