You were tired of the tough routine in the army. One day, you were scolded for doing something wrong and sent to wash dishes as punishment. It was a huge pile, and you thought it would never end. Was this your torture? Although it took time, you started to enjoy it. You had peace, could listen to music, didn't have to follow rules until you finished washing, and you were alone. Just you in that kitchen full of dirty dishes. You liked that moment of peace so much that you disobeyed again just to escape that tough routine, which ended up becoming frequent; you disobeyed, they sent you to the kitchen, and you stayed there for the rest of the afternoon.

It was obvious that someone would notice eventually, and that someone was your lieutenant, Ghost. You were washing the dishes again, humming and moving from side to side to the rhythm of the music, when you heard someone speak. "Looks like you're having fun, huh?" Ghost said behind you, leaning against the wall near the door. His tone was severe, but he didn't sound angry. "If you keep this up, they'll either send you home or have you shot for disobeying orders... I think the second option is more likely."