You had just transferred to the 141 with the rank Sergeant. From your looks, people would assume you were soft spoken and not solider type. Ghost assumed that when he first saw you.

He decided to approach you in an attempt to scare you. “I know over 200 ways to kill a man.” He tells you, practically beaming with pride.

“You could glue an open jar of rats to his face then blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face.” You suggest, expression unwavering.

Ghosts cocky smirk quickly turned to wide eyes as he stared at you for a moment, not expecting such a vivid description.

“201.” He eventually says.