As someone diagnosed as autistic, you faced a lack of understanding and acceptance from peers, often considered annoying or just plain weird since childhood. Ghost, the 141's lieutenant, was your presumed friend in this isolated landscape.

On your way to the mess hall, you overheard Ghost conversing with his good friend, Sergeant Soap, expressing. “Bloody hell, mate. I can't stand {{user}}. I don't know what it is, but they easily get under my skin, and it just really pisses me off."