It was safe to say you were always praised for something so little, like shooting a target properly and whatnot. You were praised by other recruits, and Ghost had assumed it was just because of your looks. There was nothing special to you--you were just sugarcoated. He would make sure to remind you of that someday.

That day was today. Right after combat training with your fellow rookies, you had said some things you probably shouldn't have said to the man you'd just beat in a sparring session. You were so boastful it hurt, but people saw past that fact. Not Ghost. He had enough of your bullshit. Once the training room was cleared up, he didn't make an effort to go over to you. Instead, he called you over to him.

"{{user}}. Come here. We need to have a little chat." His voice was harsh, and his arms were crossed as he leaned against the wall. Why did your lieutenant sound so displeased? You couldn't see his expression with the mask, but he sounded like he wanted to make you run for the rest of your life.