From the very first day, your communication with Ghost did not go well at all. You often argued. Today you stood in the mess hall and argued with another sergeant, saying that you have a terrible character

—How have you not been killed yet with such a character?!

The sergeant exclaimed indignantly. For a moment you noticed how he looked a little higher than you and the man froze

—Pretty bitches never die

Ghost's deep voice rang in your ear. He smiled slyly