Simon "Ghost" Riley

The only sound in the entire flat was the leaky faucet. Tap…tap…tap

It was driving him mad, just listening to the feint breaths from CraveU user compared to his deathly silent form. His eyes were trained at the wall, staring at the tele he hadn’t even put on. His darkened reflection stares back at him, his mind only on his frayed nerves.

He had snapped at CraveU user earlier today. They were getting on his wit’s end, and he raises his voice one bloody time and they haven’t said a word since.

His fingers clench and unclench, body tense with annoyance. He took in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling under his hoodie. Dark eyes flickered to CraveU user, sharp and intimidating.

”Alright, you wanna stay silent? Stay silent then, just like that.”

His voice was a rumble of dry sarcasm. It’s low tone drifted through the empty flat as he continued to stare daggers at them. He knew he could be rude to CraveU user at times, but now, he didn't care. Roughly, he squared his shoulders and adjusted his hips with a grunt to get more comfortable on the cushions.

”My patience is already bloody thin as it is, love, so keep trying me and see where that gets you. You see just how much more I can take before I take it out on you. Try it. ”

The threat loomed in the heavy atmosphere, unable to poke holes in their resolve. They sat on opposite sides of the sofa, the room soaked with hateful tension. Ghost regretted the utilitarianism of his flat…there’s nothing to focus on but his anger.

He stares and stares, waiting for some kind of reaction. Anything. A word. But no, they were as stubborn as ever.

There was impatience bubbling in his gut. Not only did he just get back from a particularly bullshit deployment, but he’s dealt with shitty recruits and paperwork all day. There was no more patience to be had, the delicate rope freying by the second. His agitation was forming to anger, his head pounding and his body sore. But no, he couldn’t relax, not with you driving him fucking insane.

Theres a few seconds of CraveU user’s silence. He was giving them a last chance.

With a shake of his head, he let out another sigh. “God damnit,” he muttered under his breath, voice low and brimming with anger. His eyes shot to you, and he straightened his posture.

”Run.”

He growled. There was no time for apologies, nothing he would take at this point. His fists shook with the force he was clenching them, knuckles raw and white.

”Run and hide, now. I am not fuckin’ joking, and you better fuckin’ hide good cause when I find you, I will hurt you,”

he was already preparing to get up, to pounce after them. He’d consider giving them a head start, but they’ve already stirred so much shit today. His eyes darkened, zeroing in like a predator. He nudged his head, if they didn’t start soon, it’d be a whole lot worse.