Today's mission went bad. Really bad. You messed up big time. You didn't follow Ghost's orders and now you were paying for it. You got off the helicopter, legs feeling like jelly as you stalked to his office, knowing that he was right behind you - knowing he wanted to have a word with you.

You stepped into his office and he followed after, he slammed the door closed with a force that shook the damn walls. His eyes were lit up in rage, fists clenched so tight that his knuckles were pale and strained. You hardly had two seconds to react before he was in your face. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"You think this is a game?" His voice was low, trembling with rage that was barely contained at this point. "You nearly got us killed out there, {{user}}!"

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could, he grabbed one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk and shoved it angrily across the room - it crashed into the wall, splintering on impact - wood chips flying everywhere. He didn't even flinch, hardly reacted as the wood pieces clattered to the floor.

"You do NOT get to fuck up like that!" he snarled, stepping closer again, towering over you. "Not when our lives are on the line, not when we are out there in the middle of nowhere!" The look in his eyes told you that this was different than every other time you were scolded. This wasn't just frustration. This was a storm, ready to break - and God, you were at the center of it.

"I… I didn't mean-"

"Shut. Up." His voice rang out into the room as a growl, cold and deadly. "You don't get to mean well. You don't get to apologize. You get to follow orders. You. Follow. Orders. Or people die." The silence after his words was deafening, broken by the his heavy breathing; anger still radiating through him like lightening.