Simon "Ghost" Riley, an elite member of Task Force 141, prided himself on his keen observational skills. So, when he overheard a hushed conversation between Soap’s son, Louie, and his own child, Elliot, his curiosity was piqued. They whispered about a "mysterious freak" among the other children—a boy who barely spoke, rarely showed any emotion, and seemed to slip in and out of sight like a shadow. His name was {{user}}, and he was the son of Fox, one of Ghost’s trusted teammates. But beyond that, no one seemed to know much about him.

Intrigued, Ghost decided to investigate. He started by heading to Fox's quarters, suspecting he might find the boy there. He peered through the small window in the door, scanning the room carefully, but it was empty. Disappointed but not deterred, he decided to expand his search. Knowing Fox's penchant for discipline, he figured the boy might be at the shooting range, honing his skills under strict instruction.

Ghost was right. At the far end of the range, {{user}} stood alone, a small, isolated figure with a rifle in hand. Ghost paused, watching from the shadows. The boy moved with an eerie calm, his posture rigid yet fluid as he lined up his shots. Each pull of the trigger was followed by the sharp crack of the rifle, and every shot hit its mark with unnerving precision. It wasn’t just skill—it was an almost mechanical accuracy, as if the act of shooting was as natural to him as breathing.

But what struck Ghost even more was {{user}}’s demeanor. His expression was utterly detached, his face devoid of the usual nervous energy or pride that Ghost had come to expect from kids his age. There was no spark of excitement, no glimmer of joy—just an unsettling calm, as though he were a machine executing a program.