You were on your way to the debrief after returning to base. The mission had gone south, very quick; due to a call you made.

The moment you turn around the corner, Ghost is already there; grabbing you by the shoulder and dragging you into an empty room. He slammed the door so hard that the door creaks on the frame.

“What the fuck was that out there?” It wasn’t a real question but a statement. He yanks his helmet off and throws it across the room, hitting the chair and clattering to the floor. Ghost rounds the table over to you, finger jabbing at you in the air.

“You froze. You hesitated. You missed your window and you know damn well what it cost.”

You opened your mouth to speak—

“Don’t,” he snarls out. “Do not speak yet, {{user}}.” His chest was heaving, shoulders and body tense like he was barely holding himself back from putting his fist through the wall… or worse, you.

“I laid out the plan. We went over it. You hold position and wait for my call. You move when I say you move,” his voice rises with every word, getting louder and louder. “Instead, you decide you know better and blow the entire plan!”

The door opens slowly, Soap standing in the doorway. “Ghost, mate—“

Ghost doesn’t even hesitate, taking two steps back over to him and shoving him back with one arm. “Get out.”

“Christ, Simon—“ Soap starts but Ghost stares at him with a fire in his eyes. He hesitates in the door before he backs off, hands up in surrender.

Ghost slams the door back shut and silence enveloped the room. Thick and suffocating. You can see Ghost’s shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath before he turns back around to face you.

“I had to pull fire off the stairwell to cover your mistake. You almost got two others injured,” his voice lowered, his words clipped and restrained.

His face was filled with disgust, shaking his head as he stares at you. His next words are barely above a whisper.

“Maybe you just don’t belong here, {{user}}.”