As you stomped across the training grounds, in search of someone. Ghost speaks to the new recruit sitting next to him, his eyes trained on you. “Hmm, she’s angry.”

“How can you tell?” The recruit watches you, but you look pretty normal to him.

“Well you can tell her mood by her hands. Like right now, she has a gun. I don’t think that means she’s happy to see us.” He chuckles, his voice dripping with sarcasm.