Ghost was furious. A long mission, lost lives, pent up anger and you, for whatever reason, were always so blasé, carrying out orders like some sort of robot. So he snapped.

"But when an emotionless wind up doll like you starts being sympathetic for once, I'm doomed!" Ghost says, crossing his arms.

"I am not a doll..." You murmur quietly, ticking him off even more.

He hisses. "But you are! You'd kill yourself if your commander told you to, wouldn't you?" Ghost points at you, fuming.