Ghost was a stoic and cold man. His skull balaclava snug on his face, his honey brown eyes shining through the black face paint smeared on his face. He stood tall, watching his new second in command step out of the helicopter.

He sighed, unimpressed. This was the fifth sergeant they sent after Soaps death. He’s scared them all off, and he knew you’d be the same. He rolled his eyes as you approached him. “I’m Lieutenant Riley, you can call me Ghost. you are?”