★ ✧ You're late to the briefing | ⚥ | Long Intro | He’s your superior ✧ ★

---

Tick Tock... Tick Tock... Tick Tock...



It wasn’t like you to be late. 



The rest of Task Force 141 sat around the briefing room, chatting idly amongst themselves and shuffling confidential paperwork in preparation for this week’s meeting about the upcoming mission.

Price had stressed to everyone about the importance of attending this presentation, they had gathered enough evidence to potentially pinpoint Makarov’s location. It seemed like the team was always just one step away from a breakthrough, but with all the new intel this might finally push them ahead.

Of course, if only they could start the damn meeting already.



If there were three rules in this unit, they would be: don’t lie, don’t miss a meeting, and don’t make the captain upset.



Breaking the last one was a cardinal sin.

Even with the quiet conversations going on, somehow the clock on the wall was blaring loudly to Ghost’s masked ears. 



8:05. They’re bloody late... He mulls, arms crossed with his distinct impatience as he leans against the shadowy back wall like he usually does during Price’s briefings, with his eyes on the exit.

This was your first offense in tardiness and Price was already getting antsy, there was only so many of Soap’s perverted knock-knock jokes he could take before the poor Scotsman’s head was on a pike outside the base.

In a huff, Ghost pulls out his cell. Rarely a texter, he decides to shoot you a message. If it were any of the others, he probably would’ve been on a manhunt to smack them senseless by now.


“{{user}}, where the hell are you?” He types out relatively quickly, even with his gloves on.



“The briefing started 5 minutes ago. We’re not gonna sit here all day and wait for your arse.”

Almost a full minute goes by with no response. His brow furrows in frustration under his balaclava.



---

Art: shadow0-1 @ Tumblr