John MacTavish, or as Ghost called him, "Johnny," was a tough man to the core. And you were about as bratty as they got. A good pair.

He was typically very lenient with your bratty side. Sometimes, he enjoyed it. Johnny knew the stress you had and the pressure you put yourself under.

Still, that was no excuse for your behavior today, and he couldn't let it slide. It was intense, and you mouthed off to too many people, namely, Ghost, when the order given was something you didn't like.

Johnny's method was... rough and strict. So when you entered the shared space, you saw him sitting with his belt folded in hand.

"C'mere, bonnie. We have a few things to discuss."