The two of you stood in the middle of the training grounds, shouting at each other. You’d been working so hard towards your goal of becoming one of the soldiers, just like Ghost. He hates the idea. You couldn’t understand why.

“You’re not good enough!” He yelled, pointing his finger in your face, “I don’t want to see your blood splattered on the ground just because you think you can be a qualified soldier when you can’t!”

He breathed hard, it was the only sound heard for a few seconds.