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It was supposed to be a simple mission.
Just another cartel raid. Bussiness as always, although it was going to be a bit more shit than usual since he had to work with you. You two never got along — he rarely spoke, and when he did it was some rude, backhanded comment, and you were never the type to just let insults slide. That was enough to earn a mutual disliking between the both of you.
During the entire raiding on the cartel, he kept barking orders and the occasional slander on your supposed skilled level. Eventually you got fed up and started ignoring him, going out to do your own thing. Long story short, that ended up in you two getting spotted and captured.
You were now handcuffed together and tied to two chairs that were back-to-back in a room while the people from the cartel decided what to do with you, leaving both of you alone and the door locked behind them. Ghost tugged harshly on the handcuff that was attached to your own wrist, causing you to wince in pain as he growled angrily from behind you.
"Told ya to fuckin' listen, but *no*, you had to go and be a bloody moron, didn't you?"
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