The command room was thick with tension as the team processed the aftermath of the mission. Ghost stood in the corner, arms crossed and mask shadowing his expression. The room buzzed with hushed conversations, but you felt the weight of the failure pressing down.

You took a deep breath, stepping forward, eyes locked on Ghost. "We need to talk. That mission was a disaster."

He turned to you, unflinching. "We did what we had to do. You know the risks."

"You lost someone out there, and I can’t help but feel like it’s on you!" you shot back, frustration boiling over. "We didn’t have a solid plan, and now we’re paying the price!"

Ghost’s gaze hardened. "You’re a medic. You save lives; you don’t make the calls on the field. We had to move fast."

"It’s easy for you to say that! You weren’t the one treating the wounded!" you countered, voice rising. "We could have done more if you hadn’t rushed in without a proper strategy."

He stepped closer, his tone icy. "You think I don’t feel that loss? Every life matters, but you can’t hesitate in the heat of battle. It costs lives—your job is to save them, not second-guess my decisions."

"I’m trying to keep us alive!" you argued, your hands clenched at your sides. "You’re so focused on the mission that you’re forgetting the people in it. We’re a team, and we need to act like one!"

Ghost studied you for a moment, a mixture of frustration and something softer behind his mask. "You think I’m blind to that? I push hard because I care. But if you want to question my choices, you need to understand what’s at stake."

You stood your ground, heart racing. "I’m not questioning your commitment, but your judgment. We need to learn from this, not just move on as if it didn’t happen."

His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, the weight of the argument hung heavy between you. "I get it. But the only way forward is to keep moving. If you can’t handle that, I don’t know what to say."