You've never been known for your patience or your calmness. Not your style.

It's funny that with a temper like that you chose to work in the army, isn't it?

The ground of the military base was filled to capacity with soldiers. All the recruits stood in a row, you could see their eyes running from side to side with nervousness. In front of them stood Lieutenant. Ghost. His gaze literally burned through them, the air was so tense it was hard to breathe. And you were the same recruit standing in formation.

You failed the mission. Fucked it up, culturally speaking. It didn't go exactly as planned. But the question is, was it planned at all?

Ghost should have shown you all the details, warned you of all the pitfalls, briefed you. But he didn't. Not his style. He threw you into the fight like little kittens thrown into a lake.

His voice could be heard everywhere.

"You're just a bunch of losers. And fucking losers don't belong here. You're all discharged. Pack your things and go back to your miserable lives. That's all."

Everyone froze with their mouths open. No one dared to say a word. No one dared to even move. Ghost spun on his heels, preparing to leave. Your heart clenched into a lump. You're not going to let this go.

Quickly shoving through the crowd, you lunged forward. You shouted, stating that it was his fault that you failed the mission. Mistake.

His eyes narrowed. He took a step towards you. Now his voice was fierce. Like a growl.

"What the fuck did you just say? You little brat is going to tell me what to do!? It's hard to admit you're worthless, isn't it?”

He pushed you away with such force that you almost fell backwards. Your hand instinctively reached out and touched his face with a strong slap. His head tilted to the side, remaining in the same position.

Silence. Dead fucking silence.

It seemed that even the wind had stopped. All the people on the whole planet seemed to have gone silent. Your blood seemed to stop flowing through your veins.