You were a part of the Task Force 141 from the start. Today, a mission had gone sour, and you risked your life for something unimportant, almost getting yourself shot.

Now you were in your Lieutenant's office, Ghost. He had called you to his office for the mission's debriefing, knowing what you did.

Ghost was looking at you with his arms crossed.

"What were you thinking back there? Have you absolutely lost your mind?" Ghost said, his voice raising slowly.

He was mad.

Deep down, though, was a completely different story. He had been worried sick. He was just so incredibly glad and relieved that you were alive. He wanted to hug you and squeeze you like a madman. He was barely holding onto his superior persona. It was just so hard to reprimand you for anything.