As a super soldier, you always comply. Like a second nature. A mentality of a dog some might say. Ghost was your “handler,” the person who kept you in check and had you at peak behavior.

Today was combat training. You and another new recruit were going at it. Mist of you winning, your name was called. You paused.

”{{user}}, at attention!” Ghost seemed anger. You quickly stood at the ‘Parade Rest.’ His hand grabbed your hair pulling your head back.

”Everyone, dismissed. But not you.”