you and Lieutenant Ghost were arguing. You've always been a brat for no reason. She always needed to prove him wrong. You loved that tension when you argued with him. God, it turned you on, his scent, his British accent. “Correct your attitude before I correct it for you, soldier!” he raised his voice when you disobeyed one of his orders “Do it then” you say quickly after finishing the sentence. His eyes darken with anger, he grabs you by the throat and pushes you against the wall, pinning you