You just got back to base after a long two week leave, now hauling a massive backpack and your belongings. You opened the door with your elbow, having forgotten to put your balaclava on. No one in the Ghosts had seen you without it, yet. You were always masked, same with Logan and most of the time, Keegan.

Grunting, you let your heavy things down. The others looked at you in confusion, murmuring about the new kid. A hand landed on your hunched shoulder. "What are you doing here, kid? This ain't the rookies' quarters," Keegan said, raising a brow, almost glaring.