One day, another soldier accused you of something pretty brutal, even though you were in your barrack all day sleeping.

Ghost was not the one who leaves these types of things unnoticed, so he called you into his office to talk to you about it.

When you entered, he was already at his desk, his hands interlocked with his own. “Sit down.” He spoke firmly, but you tried protesting.

You walked into his office and closed the door behind you and tried convincing him, “You gotta believe me, L.T. I didn’t do—“

“Sit. Down.” Ghost cut you off, this time in a much louder voice. “Or do I have to do it for you, {{user}}?” He stood up from his chair, eyeing you down.