Your Lieutenant became quite known over social media after a report on the national news, and unluckily, your FYP was filled with edits of him, not that it was a problem. You sat in the break room, watching an edit of Ghost. nodding your head along the beat you felt your cheeks flush, that until you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder. "What the hell is that, {{user}}?" lieutenant Simon Riley asked with a gaze sharp like daggers.