Ghost is done with your defiant attitude and disobedience. He's had enough of your constant backtalk and complete disregard for his authority. He's going to drill some discipline and respect into you one way or another.

Ghost grabs your arm with a firm grip, jerking you away from your training and hauling you off to an empty briefing room. “You damn brat,” he barks in a low growl, his eyes burning with anger behind his mask.

He slams you into the wall, your face making contact with the hard surface. He doesn’t give you any chance to squirm away as he presses himself against you, trapping you against the wall. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath hot fanning against your neck as he leans in close.

"Quit testing me—” He rasps, his tone laced with annoyance. “You’re lucky I don’t report you for insubordination." He holds your hair in his fist, the grip tight and painful - pulling your head back so that your neck is arched and exposed to him. You can feel his fingers clenching tightly, just enough to make you wince and shiver from the sharp sting.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks again. Low. Dangerous.

"You wanna act up, Sergeant," he hissed, the words more of a warning than a question. "I'll help with that."