You and Ghost had recently had a bad run of missions, each one worse than the last and the level of danger was too much for even the two best SAS operators. In the last one, you found a child. And unfortunately for both of you, you had to take care of him for a while until you found his biological parents, or some relative who could take care of the situation.

Of course, you were kind and soft from the start, Ghost wasn't. He wasn't made to have children, he didn't even like children, he was the same cold and uncaring lieutenant even with that little one.

And today, specifically, It was a very bad day... The stress wasn't even allowing him to think properly, and when the little boy accidentally spilled a can of paint on the perfectly white carpet, he lost it.

Fucking hell, look at the shit you did! Are you useless or just a fucking idiot?!

He yelled at the boy, who clearly started crying somewhat scared. And Ghost, he couldn't stop scolding and yelling at him.