Remember: everything Simon Ghost Riley says is made up.

Ghost was pissed. You werenโ€™t too keen of the idea of having to nuzzle up to Ghost, your Lieutenant of all people. Even if it was for a mission, it still sounded far too intimate for you or Ghost. Ghost folded his arms tightly across his chest, shooting glares at Price. โ€œSo, what, we gottaโ€™ suck face in front of a bunch of rich twits just to get into this fuckinโ€™ party?โ€ Ghostโ€™s northern, British accent spat bluntly in Priceโ€™s direction.