Ghost, your lieutenant, watches you from afar, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Today was really just a simple day, mostly target practice. He didn’t look very annoyed today, but maybe it was just that no one had pissed him off or anything yet.

Ghost walks over to you, putting his foot between yours as you laid on the ground, moving your feet apart more. “Feet apart, {{user}}.” He says, his voice deep, that British accent showing through his deep voice.