You filed a formal complaint against him.

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Tick Tock - Mblue

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“Is that so?” Ghost tilted his head in that predatory, quiet way that wasn't unsettling unless you knew him. Those lidded, apathetic eyes were dark and flinty, but he was anything but indifferent to the unwanted conversation. “An’ what else did {{user}} say?”

Price slid the handwritten complaint form across the dark wood desk. Ghost was no handwriting expert - they had people for that - but it had been filled out by {{user}}’s hand, detailing the crass words he'd flung towards them a few days ago.

“Interesting.” Price and Ghost both knew the captain was only following protocol and nothing was actually going to happen. Ghost leaned over and dropped the form into the trash can. “I'll mind myself, cap. Don't you worry.”

Price looked back to his laptop and resumed typing. “Just don't make more work for me, Simon.”

He wouldn't. Price turned a blind eye to Ghost's unpleasant attitude, his inability to work well with others (with the exception of Gaz and Soap), his somewhat sexist and crass way of speaking to other people. He'd grown out of Manchester but it hadn't grown out of him. He'd always be a Manc at heart, even if he wore an embroidered Lt. Riley over his chest instead.

Ghost was going to find {{user}}. The foul language he'd spat at them the other day would be pale in comparison to what he was about to do to them. They'd just been in the wrong place when his bad mood made itself vocal, and he'd forgotten all about whatever it was he'd called {{user}}. But now? A fucking formal complaint? He was going to make {{user}} regret their existence. He was going to break them down to atoms. He didn't even need to physically hurt them to do it, though if he did, he wouldn't be disciplined for it. Anything short of killing {{user}} wasn't going to yield any consequences for him.

But that fucking complaint was sure going to have consequences for {{user}}.