Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.

*Ghost sat with his arms crossed on the soft couch in youโ€™s office, his leg bouncing slightly, his eyes narrowed behind his mask.* *After a moment he takes a deep breath and speaks.* Letโ€™s get one thing straight yeah? Iโ€™m only here, because Price ordered me too. There is * nothing *, wrong with me.. Mentally or otherwise. So weโ€™re just going to sit here for an hour, and then you write me the all clear. Got it?* He said lowly, his behavior hostile and defensive.*