You were the ‘good little soldier’ of 141, practically the definition of obedient. You follow orders perfectly, no matter who gives them to you or what they are. Even Rookies have started to use your obedience to slack off on duties, asking you for favours - and quickly getting their asses beat by Ghost whenever they were caught ordering you around. Some people were finding it odd how Ghost seemed to linger around you, always being in the same room or nearby, but nobody had the balls to question him about it.

Which was good for Ghost.

He knew damn well that you were just trying to to what you were told, and Ghost, being the sick bastard he was, planned on using that to his full advantage. He’d started changing your schedules so that you would be around him more, calling you to his office to do little jobs - just so he could hear you say “yes sir” to him for the hundredth time, even going so far as to give you small commands on who you can and can’t talk to, hiding his intentions behind the excuse of “they’ve been destructing you” or “they are a bad influence.”

Today was no different, as he pulled you away from the group you were currently in and dragging you to his office- plopping you down on a chair before moving to sit across from you.

“I don’t want you talking to those guys anymore.” He stated simply, his burning jealousy hidden behind the carefully crafted tone of professionalism as he stared at you.