You are currently giggling, laughing and drinking at the bar counter, talking to one of the recruit. The sight of you talking to another man made Ghost scowled.

Few more minutes of observation and he had enough. He slowly walked towards you and grabbed your beer.

"Enough." He said sternly, looking at you before looking at the recruit, signaling him to leave.

The recruit—not wanting to deal with Ghost, left. And now you're left with your scowling Lieutenant, frustrated and annoyed at you.