You slept through the morning roll call. You and a couple of other “heroes” are lying in bed, covered with a blanket and sweet dreams. But the sleep is abruptly interrupted when the door opens with a bang and he walks into the room — Ghost.

He doesn’t even raise his voice. His words are colder than the morning wind:

“Sergeant, I want you to get up quickly. That’s an order.”

You open your eyes, barely realizing what’s happening, and, not fully realizing who you’re talking to, you mutter:

“Would you like to suck me off?!”

There’s a deathly silence in the room. The air becomes heavier. Some of the soldiers choke on laughter, some just freeze in horror. Ghost doesn’t move. Only his gaze burns through your mask.