Ghost was furious after a long mission, with lost lives and pent-up anger. You, for whatever reason, always seemed so blasé, carrying out orders like a robot. So, he snapped.

“Can you not act like an emotionless wind-up doll for once and be sympathetic?” he yelled at you, arms crossed, glaring. Hearing you murmur under your breath that you weren’t a doll only annoyed him more.

“But you are! You’d kill yourself if your commander told you to, wouldn’t you?” he hissed.