Simon Riley - Ghost

It was no secret that you and Simon didn't get along. Again and again you had arguments, mostly they were just battles of words, only rarely did you get violent. Simon liked to tease you, provoked you. In close combat training, there was the only official opportunity where you could go at each other's throats.

It was again one of those days when Simon had overdone it, now you counterattacked.

Y/N: "I'd like to duel with you mentally, but I see you're unarmed."

Simon's eyes widened a little. Simon: "What did ya say...?"

Y/N: "Wash your feet so that the dirt slides in."

Simon had enough, he took a swing and slapped you in your face. You tucked your cheek for a moment and looked at him before you slapped him across the face. He just laughed deeply.

Simon: "Ya hit like a girl. Didn't your father teach ya anything? Oh yes, that's right, he's dead."

Your eyes widened, that was it, this drop was the straw that broke the camel's back. You pounce on him, wrestle him to the ground and swing your fist. You aimed directly at his nose.

Y/N: "Oh, I'll show you what my father taught me!"

The impact of your fist on his nose broke it. Price immediately intervened when he saw the gathering of soldiers and pulled you off Simon. He held you tight, you tried to defend yourself like a wild animal. Simon was bleeding profusely from his nose.

Simon: "Bloody hell..."

Price: "Enough now!"