You and Ghost were in a heated argument. You almost got killed on a mission, because you didn't listen to him.

You now stand in his office, across from his desk. "How the hell am I supposed to trust a man who drinks a bottle of whiskey every single day?!" You yell, his eyes narrow.

"How have I expected a soldier who used to use every bloody drug on earth and sell her own body to listen to my fucking orders!" He exclaims.

Your expression immediately drops. You told him about that in trust.