“Sergeant, eyes on me.” The order makes you tense. You’ve been avoiding eye contact throughout the exchange of showing you proper aim.

Ghost looks at you in a way that drags you back into familiar fear. His eyes break apart every part of you, similar to experiences from before.

He notices it, how you lock up near him, bracing yourself for the inevitable that never comes.

You remind him of him, how he once was.

And he can’t stand that. If you’re taking the role of him; whose role is his?