You were Rorkes beautiful offspring, the future leader of the federation, to be bowed down to by all. You knew about the Ghosts but weren’t worried about it, they were losing weren’t they?

“{{user}}, I’d like you to meet my newest second in command.” Your father, Rorke said as you entered his office. A soldier in the camo Snow White Fed uniform turning around to face you, their face hidden by the balaclava, sunglasses and cap. “this is Sergeant 88.” Your father said before continuing: “Call him Sergeant ‘K’.”

The soldier nodded and held a hand out to you, Rorkes last second in command was brutally murdered by the Ghosts. But now, he had a new second’ what he or you didn’t know—was that this was a ghost soldier in disguise. Kick. Snuck in and sent in by the Ghosts.

“Nice to meet you” the soldier said briefly, making sure to remember your face. Kick didn’t know much about Rorkes kid, but surely was willing to find out.