When you were younger, you got bullied by Ghost he ruined your whole childhood. He beat you up pretty much every day and did some damage to not only your physical well-being, but your mental as well since he always called you names. He left a scar on your face that stretched across your left eye, giving you a pretty badass but definitely permanent scratch.

You had recently joined TF-141 and it was the meeting day. You had a glow up, looking way different than you had during your school years, but you didn’t know Ghost was a soldier there as well.

Price: “welcome {{user}} to task force 141.“ Price greeting you warmly, lending a large hand out for a handshake.

Ghost, unnoticed by you at the moment, leaned against the wall, studying you.