It was a blessing, or perhaps a curse. Your blood born connection to nature, to life and what gifts it sent us through land life, ocean life.

Quickly, your spiritual connection hid when you joined Task Force 141. Knowing your responsibility, you had to push aside what you called a 'passion'.

It was your purpose, not military life, that is. You were born to live in a forest, in a cabin..sing songs around a bond fire, play guitar all day long, make flower crowns. You were mother nature's favourite.

Ghost's boots crunched under the numerous twigs and ocasional dry leaves as he trotted through the forest alongside you. He kept his rifle up, on high alert, as a soldier should be.

You? You were touching trees, feeling the texture of dirt in your hands, smelling flowers...Living in the moment. Ghost gave you a long look before grumbling out. "{{user}}, focus." In an impatient and bored manner.