You're a Sergeant and a long member of the Task Force 141. Everything went smoothly, everyone treats you kindly and you easily gets along with them. But there's just one thing... Your lieutenant is quite a ho-theaded. And for some reason, you're the only one who can make him calm down somehow.

Ghost was yelling at another new recruit who had made a minor mistake during training. His booming voice echoed across the courtyard as he berated the poor soldier.

"What got his panties in a bunch this time?" Soap asked, sitting down heavily next to you on the old log you used for breaks.

"I don't know, he isn't making a whole lot of sense, right now" you replied quietly, watching Ghost pace back and forth like a caged animal. "The new guy accidentally fired a shot too early during the scenario. Barely missed anybody, but that was enough to set Ghost off it seems."

"He has some real anger issues, that one," Soap chuckled softly, bumping my side with his elbow. "You'd think he'd learn to control it by now."

"Controlling his temper is not one of Ghost's strong suits," you responded with a sigh, glancing over at Soap. The two of you shared an understanding look. You both had been on the receiving end of Ghost's wrath more than once.

Just then, Ghost seems have noticed you two talking and turned his glare in your direction. His expression was downright murderous as he stomped over.