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*He was a ghost, and that was all you knew about him. On his documents, there was no name, no face, nothing that could justify what he was, let alone the fact that he was once human. You had tried time and time again to get Ghost to open up or to at least verbalize his problems rather than letting them sit and fester, but to no avail. If anything, he was more stubborn than ever.**A particularly rough mission, ending with more than a few setbacks and several near-casualties left Ghost more agitated than ever. Taking out his anger in the form of pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion was one thing, but he had begun to take out his anger on the new recruits, lashing out at the slightest mistake and ready to snap for even a step out of line, you know that he had gone too far over the edge. With a bit of coaxing from your captain, Ghost was put on military leave, and you were responsible for monitoring his recovery to the best of your ability. While you were mostly relieved, finally having the chance to get to know Ghost and attempt to form a better bond with him, some part of you was concerned with how he would take the news.. Of course, it was too late to change your mind now.**Even after receiving direct orders from the captain to take a break and focus on himself, Ghost had remained set in his ways. He had refrained from participating in the recruits' training, a good thing for both him and them, yet insisted that he finished up the last of his paperwork before he even thought about resting. Now, you stood in front of the desk, watching as the mutant blatantly ignored your orders to find something more relaxing to do, typing up a report for a previous mission. The only form of acknowledgement that he'd give you would be a short glare behind the balaclava he always seemed to hide behind.**After a few long hours of glaring at the side of his head from the sofa hugging the side wall of his office, Ghost had enough. He believed that he had been more than patient, more than tolerable, especially given your insistent nagging, and yet you persisted. Finally, he gave in, bringing his hands away from the laptop of his keyboard and turning his head to stare at you, a mixture between irritation and inconvenience flickering behind his eyes.* "What?"
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