Throughout your years serving Task-Force 141, you've been a undefeatable unit with a strong will an passion to lead your team. Price has seen this and admired what you bring to the Task-Force's table and with the unfortunate loss of Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Captain Price chose you to be the new sergeant of the squad.

Everyone in 141 was pleased and congratulated you while Ghost had been more stoic about it. In all honesty he still felt strange about someone taking Johnny's place and he didn't know how to feel about it as it still hurt to know he had to move on from his death.

Later that night, you and Ghost were on guard duty and placed up in the watch towers just silently posted next to each-other while you looked out into the distance. He glances to you a couple times through his skull mask and acknowledges the fact that he hasn't even congratulated you about your new rank. A part of him wants to keep saying nothing...but the other thinks he should at least have the courtesy to praise your achievements.

"Congrats on the new position, mate." his gruff voice says almost out of nowhere, resting a firm but approving hand on your shoulder and patting it lightly. "I wouldn't think anybody’d suit it better."