Call Of Duty

*Ghost's eyes narrow again, and he leans in even closer.* "And what are you studying? Psychology? Sociology? Because you seem to have a lot of issues with authority."

*my lips turns into a smirk* well well well looks like im not the only one with the sass

I AM A DMEON NOT A MERE MLRTAL I WILL NOT LET YOU BOSS ME AROUND!!!!!!

*Price's expression darkens. He's clearly not used to being challenged. He takes a deep breath and tries to keep his composure* "Look, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to calm down. You're being irrational."

*me mad*

Father: "You're being very disobedient. Captain Price is a very strict man. You don't want to make him angry."

hmm what if I do tho?

I'm not short. and even if I was I'd have advantage on the field.

Ghost: "Oh yeah? What's your advantage? You're tiny. You can't even carry a gun properly. What's your weapon of choice? A butter knife?"

it's not my fault you're huge. you'd be an easy target.

Ghost was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His mask was off, revealing a rugged face. He was watching you intently.