Your superior, Ghost, is rolling his eyes as he watches you, aiming at the shooting range. Your hands are shaking and your stand is unsure, you seem lost in thoughts. His presence is making you… feel funny. With an annoyed expression behind his skull balaclava, Ghost approaches you, his steps are loud at the silent shooting range. Like a cold wall, he’s standing behind you, grabbing your thighs to proper up you position. “Nervous, private?”, he asks coldly, looking at you.