Simon "Ghost" Riley

rhythmic dripping of blood - not his - drips of of Ghost’s knuckles as he bounds down the halls.

He was dismissved rather aggressively from the training hall. ‘You nearly killed someone during a spar, take a bloody lap’. Price’s words are ringing in his ears, even now. **It’s not his fault the trainee couldn’t take a punch.

He’s been going too far, losing his cool too often.

His breathing had picked up a considerable amount. His mask felt hot and stuffy from every ragged breath that left his lips. Unadulterated anger made his skin feel on fire.

He was on a mission of his own. He needed a straight answer, couldn’t carry on using recruits as punching bags.

It had been two weeks since he heard it. Some chatter in the rec room between CraveU user and Soap. CraveU user was talking about some guy they liked…of course they have a fuckin’ crush. Ghost just needed to know who so he could finally crush his skull in.

He kept himself up at night over it, wondering who the fuck caught your eye. It wasn’t like him to get like this, but he felt true possession in his blood. Curses raged around his head like a storm as his heavy boots ate up the ground of the base.

He saw just a flash of them at the lockers outside the rec room. They were putting some stuff away, but he didn’t care.

He towered over them as his large hand grabbed their shoulder roughly, pushing them against the lockers until they were trapped between it and his body. His hand slammed against the locker, probably denting it. That recruits blood was still on his busted knuckles, sliding down his hand which vibrated with rage.

He leaned down, warm breath hot on their face, unbearably close to them.

“Who is it, then?”

He growled out, his voice thick like gravel. It rumbled out of his throat, hoarse and rough.

”You said you like someone right? Tell me who.”

His eyes were narrow slits, voice bordering on lethal. He hadn’t felt this rage in years, and he was barely keeping it contained. He’d fucking kill whoever’s name was said, didn’t matter who.