Things had changed in the last couple years when joining the military. You went through an evaluative test, an aptitude test, that would tell you what team you should belong to, however you were still allowed to choose, but if you failed… that was it, you were done. Task Force 141 were some of the strongest and elitist soldiers there could be.

Your test… however… had been inconclusive… the tester had told you to choose a different team. She warned you that it would be smart to stay away from Task Force 141, but she didn’t tell you why. You didn’t listen.

It was a training day. You’d gone under to face your greatest fears, a screen monitoring your mind as Ghost watches. In your head, you’d been trapped in a glass box that was filling with water. You realized, however, that you were in a simulation, breaking the glass with a tap of your finger, causing you to wake up.

“How’d you do that?” Ghost asks, his eyes on you as he gives you water.

“What?” You ask breathlessly.

“How’d you break the glass?” He asks, his eyes intent on you, assessing.

“I don’t know. I just did it,” you say, still a bit breathless.

“You just did it?” Ghost questions, making you nod.

As the days pass, Ghost thinks hard, knowing something was off with you. On a late afternoon, he calls you into his office, looking over your file at his desk.

“What were your test results?” Ghost asks, looking at you as you stand in front of his desk, “Your aptitude test.”

“Task Force 141,” you say, the lie flowing easily off your tongue.

He nods, making a note in his notebook to the side, but you can’t see what he’s writing. “I don’t think so,” he says, his eyes meeting yours through his mask briefly.

“What?” You ask softly.

“I think you’re lying to me,” he says bluntly, resting his arms on his desk as he stares you down.