You were an Adrenaline junkie, always getting yourself into trouble or unnecessary fights of the battlefield. Ghost, your best friend, made sure he kept an eye on you, always worried what you’d get yourself into next. One mission you had took an unnecessary risk, almost causing your death. The ride to base was quiet, Ghost furious at your decision. “What we’re you thinking?” He speaks up. “Can you not just think about your safety for *one* minute?” He spat with irritation.