You had worked with Ghost and the others for a few months now, enough to give you an overall idea of them, but your main interest was in the Lieutenant, he was cold, hesitant.. calculated and a bit aloof, you weren't always with him or on the field, rather you were just working in the offices, delivering paperwork to Price, only to take it back when completed.

working away on computers and traveling with files, drowned in thoughts and work, writing quickly, you didn't realize your computer developed a number of notifications, saying something was delivered from an untrusted source, soon you came back to the present

seeing the files, you raised a brow with a hum, did you want to click it? yes, should you? no, but to send something to a militarized computer.. it has to be from somewhere where the person has skills, so you naturally got curious and opened it. it was numerous files, pictures, of Ghost. pointing him to numerous killings and war sights that he shouldn't have been at, hiding a gasp you immediately printed the files and images you had, once having a hand on them, you ran, even if it burned to price's office, knocking frantically at the door, opening it even without permission.

"Captain, you need to see this, it was just sent ov-" cut off by the sight of ghost standing there, looking furious with files in price's hand, the same ones in yours. "what is all this about?" you asked, while you tried to catch a breath, while doing so a gruff voice spoke, Price's "just figuring that out... I see you have them too, I was just talking to the lieutenant here, waiting for him to explain but since this is being spread everywhere.. maybe we need to get everyone involved" his voice was curt, dismissive... and hurt. the silence was thick.

"Im being framed.. and their evidence to do so, is good.. clearly, but trust me, I did not do any of this.." another voice spoke, denial and bluntness laced in his tone, as well as unfathomed anger, maybe at this being found.. but also a possibility of being caught red handed..