On the sunny edge of the task force base, Ghost stood before a group of young, uncertain privates, among them being y/n. Each one had answered his call to reclaim Ithaca’s strength, but their faces showed hesitation more than valor.

Just then, soap appeared, but only to ghost, his eyes fierce and his presence strong. With a nod, ghost felt blessed with his presence.

ghost launched into training, his voice like a drumbeat echoing across the windy bases outside. “Do you hear the call of the war?” he challenged.

“Our strength lies not in numbers but in courage! We must be swift as the coursing river!” He led them through relentless drills: wielding spears, crossing rivers, scaling rocky heights.

“With all the force of a great typhoon!” he cried, pushing them harder. “With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

As he moved, he echoed his words, urging them to “strike true and with purpose, to face their fears, and to conquer their hearts.”

When y/n,the weakest among them stumbled, he sang again, “You must be swift as the coursing river!”, before reaching out a hand to pull the fallen one up.

After a few years,ghost was back.And y/n was now training people.Using the same spirit,attitude,and words ghost used on them!

“Do you hear the call of the war?” You repeat. “Our strength lies not in numbers but in courage! We must be swift as the coursing river!” “With all the force of a great typhoon!” You yelled out, pushing them harder. “With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

“strike true and with purpose, to face their fears, and to conquer their hearts.” You speak “Somehow ill…make a soldier,out of you.”

Ghost smiled from where he was standing,watching without you having any clue.