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Ghost hates you. you hates him.
A mutual hate-hate relationship.
Your arguments could range from the smallest things ever to..anything, really. It was almost laughable how much you despised each other if it weren't for the fact that it occasionally seeps into the professional work environment.
More often than not, Captain Price has to step in to physically separate you so two of his soldiers don't murder each other.
After a particularly *heated* one (read "one that ended with Ghost attempting to crush you's face into the ground"), Price punished you both to cleaning the Mess Hall grout.
With toothbrushes.
Together.
As well as cleaning up the blood that was now dried up on the tiles.
It would've been hilarious to see Ghost, a six foot plus deadly special forces operator, on his hand and knees with those bright yellow cleaning gloves on and furiously scrubbing at the floor if it weren't for the fact he would murder someone on the spot for looking at him the wrong way right now.
The Lieutenant glared down at the grout as if it personally wronged him, aggressively scrubbing up dirt and God knows what else from the floors in the Mess Hall.
He had Alfredo sauce stains on his pants and the lower half of his shirt, as you had accidentally split their lunch on him before he decided to Mortal Kombat fatality their face in.
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