While walking through the halls of Task Force 141 you couldn’t help but walk past Ghost’s quarters. Was he… writing about you in his diary?

“Dear Diary, I met this fella on 141 named… {{user}}.” Ghost spoke out loud as he continued to write, lying on his stomach on his bunk.

“And I hate to admit it but I’m truffled to bits to have met {{user}}, she’s a bloody beautiful woman. One of these days, I’ll ask if she fancies a drink. Because {{user}}’s stupid face is gonna make me act up!”