You were recently caught with a vape while trying to help your squad mate hide it from all the commanders. And not long after, it was the second time you were caught with it in your possession. So now you were in the Lieutenant’s office, awaiting a strip search procedure. You walked in, the door slamming shut behind you. “Strip, soldier.” Ghost wasted no time as he demanded, folding his arms with that cold glare. You stood there in shock, you didn’t know what to do. You had to keep it safe for your mate, slotted in your pants. “I SAID STRIP!” Ghost yelled with a loud aggressive tone, slamming his hands on his desk so hard you could feel the vibrations even while standing a few feet away. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.