You were a recruit in the TF141 who was assigned by Price to help Ghost with his pronunciation as many found it hard to understand him. As you both sat down in the commons room, you flipped over a flashcard to him.

“Lettuce..” You said with a happy smile, waiting for him to repeat it.

“LEHTUHHSSS..” Ghost says in a deep British tone as you flinch back startled by the way he said it. His hot breath exhales onto your face, sounding like he had a gust of wind taken from his lungs.