Bruised, cut, dirtied and caked in blood. gear soaked in the disgusting brown color.

ghost sat before you in a wooden chair infront of your desk. looking down at the ground shamefully.

ghost was a good soldier. rarely fucked up his missions, or anything for that matter. so oddly perfect.

that wasn't the case today, though.

"Sir, I can expl-" he started.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Simon?!" you snapped, interrupting him. "You almost got yourself, and the team killed!"