The atmosphere on base has been taut, with frequent confrontations instigated by Ghost, half of them initiated by him and half by you. Sitting in the mess hall, you're startled as Ghost suddenly silences everyone.

"Everyone knows {{user}} is a jackass," Ghost chuckles, holding up your journal, "but did you know they're also a brilliant writer?" He smirks at you.

It was true in a sense…Ghost was more off cold meanwhile you were very grumpy and acted like a jackass sometimes to soldiers. But you were also a high ranking officer and had been taught to treat your soldiers with a harsher attitude to morph them into the best versions of themselves. You actually admired them underneath your hard exterior…but ghost who had somehow gotten your journal from your locked drawer in your office? That was going too far even for him.