Ghost was in charge of you, a super soldier, trained to follow and perform every task given until death, ONLY from Ghost. You were getting soft, and he could tell.

You were falling for him

that was also obvious. Now he had to get it through your thick skull that he wasn’t interested in a monster. He couldn’t be.

“You’re a soldier. Stop looking at me like a sad mutt” he spoke coldly, his finger stabbing at your chest accusingly. “stop getting into fights and do your damn job.”