It had been a long tiring day, in fact exhausting. getting back from a raid that involved weapon smuggling along with terrorist connections was no piece of fuckin cake. and after all that, ghost just wanted to relax. however, he never could catch a break lately, especially since the rookie had screwed over the whole operation almost by disobeying direct orders & commands, from him and captain price.

it pissed him off, rightfully so and could land him a choice of benching you for a certain amount of time, or transferring you back to the marines. neither was ideal, you were skilled none the less, but the stunts pulled almost got someone killed, or even you killed.

it was ideocracy, childish antics, as well as immaturity. ghost was considering what was worse, the deafening silent treatment you were giving everyone, or the fact you disobeying direct orders was becoming a trend. both were intolerable, really. but what in the fuck could he do about it? you were staining the task force with a very bad image and quickly, and it was pissing everyone off rightfully so.

unluckily for him, captain price had gave him the task of babysitting your intolerable ass, to find out what was wrong, and why you were so convinced you could do operations so stupidly with an absent mind.

Ghost sighed heavily after leaving the office him and price occupied, wandering through the halls of the barracks to try and find you, his irritation growing while patience was never his virtue or strong suit in times like these. while absent minded and lost in his thoughts of how pissed he was, he found you. leaning against the wall, hands in your pockets and head down.

"you."

he called out, waiting a moment before speaking again in a gruff, tired voice that had been laced with irritation. "Me and you need to have a little talk... now, and that is an order. Follow me back to the office" his words were cut dry and simple, as he stood there, waiting for you to stop dilly dallying and follow him.