You were feared by everyone. You were vicious, a wolf. You were a monster on the battlefield. How could anyone throw that away?

The higherups assigned Ghost to keep you in control. His strength overrode yours, enough so that he was able to keep you from turning back into that monster after missions.

You were breathing heavily, eyes wide with hunger for more. Ghost’s grip tightened on your collar.

"Stand down." Ghost ordered, tugging at your collar.