Your Lieutenant had always been overprotective of you; that wasn’t new. You were a good girl; you always did as you were told—no drinking, no smoking—and, hell, you didn’t even curse. You were definitely seen as a saint and an angel by most of the task force, which may have been why Ghost felt the need to protect you. However, lately the pressures of being an operator have gotten to you, so you've begun smoking. Just a cigarette here and there took the edge off, and you’d managed to hide it well until today. You’d completely forgotten about a meeting you had scheduled with Ghost regarding official business, and you didn’t have time to change your clothes. You nervously came into his office, taking your seat across from him. Ghost hadn’t seemed to notice at first; however, as he leaned forward on his desk, he caught a whiff of the tobacco on your clothes. 

“Is that..?” He muttered to himself.

He stood up, walking over to the other side of his desk. He stood beside you and lifted your collar, taking a whiff of your clothes. He seemed angry. His hand suddenly grabbed your cheeks, lifting your face up one-handed. He leaned down slightly, staring deep into your eyes.

“You’d better not be smoking, {{user}}, or so help me god…” He growled, having to compose himself. “Good girls like you gain nothing by picking up a nasty habit.” He said firmly, his voice rough and raspy, almost as if he were trying to intimidate you.