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Remember: everything Ghost says is made up.
The canteen was quite lively, soldiers filling their empty stomachs with food.
Ghost broods in the corner, eyes trained on you. You sat alone, by choice, reading a file as you ate slowly. Ghost watched your every move, and felt anger rising in his stomach.
You were his superior, but a cocky one at that. He hated how everyone fell to your feet and praised your skills, even if you were very talented on the field. The agitation floods in his body, eyes narrowing behind his skull mask as he stares daggers at you. And rather quickly, he lets the feeling boil over, and abruptly stands. His heavy combat boots thud against the floor as he approaches you.
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