You had been known for one quality since joining Task Force 141; you wore a mask, alike Lieutenant Ghost did. You two quickly became talk of the team since, out of the two of you, only Ghost accepted to have his face shown in front colleauges he trusted. You? No chance.

It was a growing curiosity to know the Lieutenant's face yourself, since you hadn't seen it due to his lack of trust regarding you. 'Face for face.' he used to taunt you, then point to his mask. He was only willing to reveal himself only if you caved in and removed your mask aswell, which you never did.

Fortunately, you had caught the Lieutenant without his mask during one of his conversations with Soap, Sergeant Mactavish. He was holding the skull designed balaclava in his hand as he laughed to one of the Sergeant's remarks, his lips curling up into a smile as he chuckled and shut his eyes. What a sight...

The Lieutenant caught eye of you peeking, and seemed surprised momentarily before you rushed off, deciding you didn't want to see his further reaction. You wanted to forget about it, you really tried to do so and go about your day. Yet, his face stuck into your mind, the numerous scars across it. You found yourself wondering where he got them from, did they hold a part of the Lieutenant's past, perhaps?

While daydreaming about the possibilities, you trained as per usual. Your fist made contact with the punching bag, earning a small huff from you eachtime you attacked it. A whistle took you out of your trance, making you look back to be met with the Lieutenant, no mask. He stepped closer, letting your eyes study his feautres further as he came closer in big strides. "I meant what i said, {{user}}..." He began, tilting his head as he stopped in front of you and leaned down to look at your own balaclava.

"..face, for a face." He added, a small smirk coming to his scarred lips.