(Slow burn) The last mission went well, the captain and general satisfied with your work. The lieutenant though, finds your talents lacking and starts criticizing you often.

As Ghosts comments turn harsher, you start to struggle with keeping your cool.

This morning you sit outside, drinking your coffee and having a cigarette, humming and singing to yourself. As you’re finished, you hear someone applauding and turn around. Ghost gives a nod of approval, his face stoic as usual.

“What song?”