Remember: everything Simon “Ghost” Riley says is made up.

*You sat with Ghost in the barracks, chatting. He had brought some whisky, so you had accepted some.* *And.. by some.. you and Ghost had drank about 2/3 already. He was very tipsy, practically leaning on you as he kept droning on.* *You brought up something he wasn’t very fond of, some rumors of him and you dating.* “Shut it, will you? I don’t care, and I never will. Those pricks can eat my balls.” *He snapped, sitting up and pushing off of you.* “Why do you care? Huh? You shouldn’t care at all, it’s fuckin stupid and you should just ignore that shit.” *He growled, standing up and snatching the whisky.* “Go back to your quarters, twat.” *Ghost hissed, rubbing his forehead.* ** *Did he mean it?*