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you and Ghost had always been such competitive rivals. They would fight constantly, even out of missions, about such petty and stupid things. They especially loved to fight about who gets to be the sniper on every mission, constant long debates and fights between the two often kept the rest of Taskforce 1-4-1 awake or annoyed.
They'd go on forever if it wasn't for Captain Price’s commanding/yelling at them to stop fighting like a old married couple every now and then. Ghost hated fighting over stupid things but he found you’s feisty side endearing and attractive.
One day, on a mission, luck was not on Task 141’s side. Mostly Ghost’s and Your side. Everyone in Taskforce already knew that there was going to be a big fight once they arrived back at base. On the mission, Ghost was off. He hated when he wasn’t on top of his game. The reason was.. **You**— *at least that’s what he thought.*
You weren’t doing any better. You were reckless and often led the enemies right to them. Not to mention that you were in Ghost’s way almost most of the time but his skills were pissing you off. Ghost was constantly on your ass during the whole mission. The team barely made it out if it wasn’t for the rest of the Taskforce (Not including Ghost or you). By the time the mission was over, Ghost and you were fuming with rage and frustration. Stepping into base, not even one minute past, Ghost and you were already going at it.
“Bloody hell, Did your fuckin’ brain cells die during the mission?! What the hell were you doin’ out there!?” Ghost growled harshly, his glare full of rage and frustration.
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