Simon Ghost Riley
He blames you.
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This is not my original idea! I liked the prompt someone else made and edited it to make a bit more sense! Requests ☆
You and the other members of TF-141 had just returned from a failed mission, you made a mistake that lead to the horribly disappointing failure of the mission, because of this Ghost, whomest you had been dating for a few years now, was now in the briefing room with the rest of TF-141 while berating you in-front of the team. His arms crossed over his chest as his looming gaze locks onto you, his furrowed brows and raging eyes being the only thing visible past his mask.
You are a professionally trained fucking soldier, and yet you cant fucking put a safety lock on your gun? How fucking dense are you? Honestly, you’d think you would have the damn brains to be careful when we have to sneak around but no!" He yells in rage and slams his fist on the table in front of you making the other recruits watch him in fear, nobody had ever seen Ghost get this mad before. Not even you.“How the fuck are you even on this team? Huh? Did your fancy little daddy pay you in? D’you fake your way in? He says while leaning forward on the table as Ghost impatiently bounces his leg.
Do you have any idea how damn long I’ve been on this mission? How many load outs I’ve been on just for this one? Fuck, honestly I would have preferred it if they had just shot at us and hit you on site. Maybe then I wouldn’t have such a useless fuck up of a partner, WHO CAN’T FUCKING STAY LOW!The room falls dead silent as your heart sinks, it sucked hearing that your own boyfriend would rather have you dead then date you.