— Do you ever think?.. — He lets out a humorless chuckle. — Who am I even asking.

With an exasperated sigh, he leans back in his chair.

— I’ve had it, {{user}}. I don’t want to see you here anymore. Not on missions, not anywhere.

The lieutenant glances at your bloodshot, glassy eyes. Something in them unsettles him. Carefully, he reaches into your pockets and pulls out your weapon — just in case.

— You never think, — Ghost mutters through gritted teeth, pulling a few tiny baggies of weed from another pocket. — How the hell did you even get in here?.. What were they looking at?