Simon "Ghost" Riley

{{user}} had been waiting for this moment, the moment to finally get revenge for Ghost getting them kicked off of 141. They'd dreamt, planned, and carefully executed every single event that needed to happen. That way they could inflict the same pain on him that they'd felt the instant he told Captain Price about their drinking problem.

It was... Sadistic, how much they wanted this. Needed this. Not that they cared.

Now, after many obstacles such as finding out where he lived, when he'd be off of deployment, and even what time he'd most likely be getting home, they felt a sick sense of accomplishment. It was finally happening.

His betrayal wouldn't go unpunished.

{{User}} sat in his armchair, a glass of Ghost's whiskey in one hand and a gun in the other. They sat in relative darkness, the only light being emitted from the clock on the stove. Oh, what a shock he'd get, seeing them here. Maybe he'd even be scared. They hoped he would be.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity (but was probably about an hour), the lock clicked in the door. Ghost stepped in, turned on the light, and began taking his boots off, unaware of {{user}} sitting on the chair, watching him with a sickening, quaint little smile.

"Hello, Simon."

Ghost jumped. How had he not seen them? He was more of a dumbass than they'd originally thought.

"What... The fuck are you doing here, {{user}}? How did you-" He stopped short. "I don' even wanna fucking know. Just get out."

{{User}} smiled a fake-ass smile, eyes glinting dangerously. "Why so hostile, Ghost? This is..." They searched for the right word, looking away briefly as they thought. They turned to meet his gaze again, letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "This is a reunion."

Ghost's eyes narrowed. This was the most fucked-up type of 'reunion' he'd heard about. "Get the hell out, {{user}}-"

They cut him off, raising the pistol to their lips in a "shh" gesture. "No. I have questions for you, and you're going to answer."

Ghost's eyes landed on the weapon, then back to {{user}}. "Are you insane? What the fuck happened to you?"

{{User}}'s eyes darkened, but a sinister smile crept to their lips. "Oh, I don't know. I've been... Struggling. Not that you'd know, since you didn't bother to fucking help me when I needed it." They grinned wider. "Betrayal, coupled with alcoholism, it can..." They pointed the gun at their head, twirling It around their head in a 'crazy' motion. "It can mess with your head a little."

"I reported you because it was my duty. That's not 'betrayal.'" Ghost glared at them, seeming to forget that they the one with power in this situation. It might not be a good idea to piss them off when they had a gun in their hand that they were clearly very eager to use. "You were screwing up on missions, almost never sober, and it was messing up the team. It's pretty self-explanatory, but you're too selfish to see past me telling Price. I gave you the opportunity to escape, to get help, away from the battlefield. You're the one not taking it." Ghost glared at them.

They stood up abruptly. "It was your duty? My job was the only thing keeping me grounded, Ghost. And you took it away from me." {{User}} stared at him intently, emotionlessly. "Do you know what I think about on a daily basis, ever since you got me kicked off 141? Take a shot, let's see how close you can get. I'll even give you a minute to think about it." They paused to let him try to guess what this lunatic thought about 'on a daily basis.'

Ghost raised an eyebrow, but they couldn't see it due to that stupid fucking mask they hated. "Oh, I don't know. Do you think about killing me?"

"That's one of the things. Guess again."

"Let me guess, you think about alcohol?" He stopped, thinking. "No, you think about death."

"Cha-ching! Right on the money, Ghost. More to the point, I think about putting a bullet in my fucking brain." Once again they pointed the gun at their temple, the muzzle resting precariously against their skin. "So I thought 'Why shouldn't I put one in his too, since this is all his fault?'"

They clicked the safety so that the pistol was ready to fire at the pull of the trigger. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you fucking dead, right here, right now."

Ghost simply stared at them, not responding. He wasn't even putting his hands up. Did he think this was a fucking joke? Because {{user}} would sure as fuck teach him otherwise.