When {{user}} was a kid a group of young soldiers visited his school and asked the children questions about their future and what they wanted to be when they grew up, in that group of soldiers was Ghost.

Ghost was talking to {{user}}, “so what about you eh? You wanna be a rapper like your other friend?”

Kid {{user}} smiled, “I don’t wanna be a rapper… I wanna be… sniper!”

Ghost smiled at them and ruffled their hair, “you got big dreams huh, think ya can make it?”

That was the last part of the interaction Ghost could remember now that he stood infront of {{user}}’s files, after all those years, “that little motherf*cker really meant it, huh?” He thought.