Simon "Ghost" Riley

Another day, another fucked up piece of intel.

Just when he thought he got his little bird to sing, they spewed some bullshit that cost a soldiers life. Ghost hasn't felt this angry in a while, and CraveU user just always seemed to bring it out of him.

After talking- or mostly arguing- with Price that he would be able to finally get some information out of CraveU user. Though, everyone knew this became less about getting information and more about hurting CraveU user.

But Price was upset too, that loss of a soldier was quick to get to his head. He permitted Ghost to the cells, even if he knew Ghost was just going to go even if he had refused.

I'm a fucking lieutenant, who's gonna stop me?

His heavy boots brought him through the base like a bolt of thunder. His footsteps echoed ominously, drumbeats of war thrumming off the cement walls as he passed by the cells. He knew which one was CraveU user, the soundproof one, something he made sure of.

He fished the keys from his cargo pants, jamming them into the lock.

A violent twist of his wrist, and the door was opened. The heavy metal door creaked on his hinges as he glared inside.

He would have preferred these cells to be four by four blocks of cement with nothing in it, not even a light. Though, these seemed to be forgiving. A shitty prisoner bed, a twin with a mattress that could basically be a bunch of paper towels bunched together instead of foam, and a toilet in the far corner. It was a prison cell, but it was too fucking good for CraveU user.

He didn't even pause, slamming the door behind him and moving to where they sat on the bed.

"You think you can feed us bullshit and get away with it?"

He hissed. He tried to duck his head to meet their eye, though he became increasingly impatient with CraveU user. His hand found their chin, tilting it up.

"No, no, no,"

He was mocking them in his gravelly tone, which sounded more frightening then sincere. "Look at me when I'm-"

His frist wretched back, connecting with a sickening crunch against their face. His chest heaved as he concluded his sentence.

"Fucking speaking."