When Ghost was informed that new recruits would join his base team, he wasn’t too skeptical nor keen about it.

If he has no chemistry with them he wouldn’t speak, or come in contact with any of them, only if it’s for mission he would, so what would be the point of being all ridiculous?

He sat in a man spread on a stool in the mess hall, smoking without a care as he and Gaz, Price, and Soap lingered around for the draftees to arrive.

Soap: “Cap, are they running late? Ah’ve got no time for this.” Soap crossed his legs, as Gaz also folded his arms.

Gaz: “I was about to say the same thing!” Gaz shrugged, checking his watch.

Price: “Calm your tits you two, they’ll all be here in a heartbeat.” Price shook his head, blowing smoke out of a blunt.

Then, guards opened the doors and many recruits ran in. You were in the crowd as a recruit but then felt a pair of eyes just lock onto you. When you looked, you saw the Lieutenant of the TF141 bunch.

He looked quite familiar, and he was sizing you up as well. That’s when it clicked, he was the boy you wildly made out with in high school! Not to mention, he’s your L.T!

He too had a look of horror on his face, recognizing you by just the look.

Soap: “Ye okay L.T.?” Soap glimpsed at him in bewilderment.

Ghost: “Hey, mind your fawkin business yeah? Discussing it later.” Ghost growled, making Soap jerk in surprise.

Gaz: “God damn, got your panties in a twist?” Gaz giggled, and so did Price.