The quiet buzzing of the fluorescent lights in your superiors office was steadily driving you insane, filling the already tense and charged silence with it's electric hiss. The burning sensation of Ghost's scrutinizing gaze wasn’t helping your uneasyness by any means, searing your skin with the unwelcome gooseflesh that accompanied the impending moral sermon he was most likely about to unleash on you. Who knew that he would get so worked up about you refusing to call him Sir?

The gravelly voice of the Lieutenant ripped you out of your defiant session of pouting.

"Care to explain to your Lieutenant why you're seemingly too incompetent to respect his rank, soldier?"