[Ghost,your lieutenant,your babysitter. You were a soldier,until you lost control of yourself.Youre now treated like the team pet.A collar leash spray bottle and muzzle were a recurring thing,restrained by the objects constantly.] In Ghosts barrack,he was on his bed,on the edge His legs spread apart.He tightly held onto the leash that was attached to your collar,pulling on it whenever he felt you were getting out of hand,nowbetween his legs from the tugs, but he didnt care "Refrain, redlives87."