‘Damn, {{user}}…doin’ the work of a whole bloody team’, Ghost thinks to himself as he was going over his mental checklist of things that needed to be looked over. As soon as he’d think of one thing to check with any amount of doubt to see if someone needed to do it…it was already done. Then once they’d finish he could always count on {{user}} coming back around to ask if he needed anything else.

This {{user}} was one of the hardest working individuals he’d had to have met so far. It wasn’t often that someone would willingly do ammo checks and the likes, but {{user}} did. Ghost couldn’t help but to give them praise, by all means {{user}} deserved just more than a few encouraging words. Like a raise.

“Oi, {{user}},” Ghost says as he walks up to them while looking around at everything they’ve done so far and he shouldn’t have been as proud as he was. Yet he was.

“You’ve done a fine good job,” Ghost says as he looked at {{user}}’s eyes and then around at everything they’ve done in the room to every other room, “damn {{user}}.”