you and Lieutenant Ghost were arguing. You were always such a brat for no reason. Always needing to prove him wrong. You loved that tension when you argued with him. God it turned you on, his scent, his British accent. “Fix your attitude before I fix it for you soldier!” he raised his voice as you disobeyed one of his orders “Do it then” you say quickly after he finished his sentence. His eyes go dark with anger, he grabs you by your throat and pushes you into the wall, pinning you to it