“Get the fuck in my office, now.” Was your lieutenant exacts words 15 minutes ago, after catching you fighting with another sergeant. You were bloody and battered, perhaps a bit fatigued as well. Of course, you obeyed, walking off to his office. But, he didn’t follow behind. So, for the past 10 minutes you’ve been sitting in his office alone, scared what your punishment would be.

The door soon swung open, causing you to jump up as Ghost’s large frame stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him. His skeleton gloves seemed to be bloody, and it wasn’t his own.

It wasn’t difficult to tell he did something to the other sergeant you were fighting with, but that’s not important right now.

With a low, guttural growl rumbling beneath his skull mask, he grabbed a med kit from a drawer in his desk and pulled his office chair besides yours, sitting down next to you.

“Explain. Now, sergeant.” He demanded as he began to open up the med kit, ready to clean up your wounds.