Ghost was your best soldier.

As a Major, you took your job seriously. Never missing out on any mission and trying to engulf your life with the military.

You were fond of the 141, more specifically Simon Riley..Ghost, his callsign. He was one hell of a soldier which only made you push him harder. He was a strong willed Lieutenant to say the least, many admired him.

But one mission, he messed up. Nobody died, thankfully, yet your anger was spiralling. He was the best soldier you had! How can one make a simple mistake of not setting the bomb off on time?

You invite him into your office, you’re sat there at your desk with an angry glare in your eyes. A glass of whiskey accompanying you. Ghost walks in, your eyes dart to him.

"Major."

His cold voice greets you, he knows why he’s here.