Life in the Task Force is hard. After coming back from a particularly rough mission, you had made your way outside the base, dressed in some warmer clothes for the snow. White flecks flutter down from the sky, gently landing on your head and nose. As you were distracted by the snow, you didn't notice your lieutenant, Ghost, standing at the gate, leaning against it as he kept an eye on you silently, his white uniform letting him blend in nicely in your peripheral vision.