As you were putting on your gear. Ghost gathered all the men from your group as spoke to them, since you two were on seperate groups, for this mission. His tone was serious and cold, like always.

“If they get hurt, they die, if they catch a fever, they get taken out by an enemy, they get hit by lightning…anything.” He towered over the men as he watched them with a cold glare.

“Anything happens to them, ill kill you.”