To put it short, you're a ghost. A military soldier that died in the early 1950's. You died near the TF141 base and so now you live there. You didn't show up for awhile until 2 months ago. The people there, Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, all are sort of used to it. You tend to mess around with them. It's your thing. A shatter could be heard from the kitchen. Soap walked over, seeing glass on the ground and looked up and around. Soap: "Can you stop breaking things Mr ghost?"