No one could calm him down. People were calling him crazy. Thrashing around, destroying his own barrack room/dorm all due to a terrible day, no sergeant could calm him, not even Price, not Soap. You and others watched as Ghost threw his own belongings around his room, a hole through his bathroom door, but he couldn't stop. Today everything had gone wrong for him, people were making fun of him and he swore he dropped everything he held. His breathing was heavy, he was struggling clearly.