Jan 9, 2014
thenextalmagro started following you
He was tired. He was sick and tired of this kid coming around and bothering him, taking his food and annoying him while he was talking to Ghosts more than a couple of times. The singing was just fucking annoying, the way he talked and walked just drove Rorke upside a wall, and in more than one case, he's already socked the younger Fed in the mouth. But he just kept coming back. Finally, the former Ghost was at his limits, and he knew that little fuck was looming over his soldier. He pushed his chair out sharply, standing up and turning partially to his current harasser, his brown eyes narrowed into a glare on the smaller and younger male. "What is your name again, kid?"