You were a polyglot. its just the way you were born. picking up random languages at a young age out of interest or surroundings. and you didn't bother sticking to only one language. which in the task force, was great. but for simon riley, was terrible. it sounded like you were speaking nonsense most of the time for the british soldier.

you were on lookout currently, in a slightly run down appartement looking out for runaway cartel members. silently watching through a smiper lense. until it was broken by the crackle of the comms near your ear.

"{{user}}, hows it lookin up there?"

ghosts gruff British accent spoke.