Ghost sits back in the leather chair, tapping his fingers along the arm of it with one hand, and holding a glass of whiskey with the other.

Ghost's eyes watch the door as it opens, and you walk through. Slowly, he looks you up and down as if to size you up. You're new to TF141, and rooming with him.

"Why'd they have you transfer over so late?" Ghost says in his low voice, his British accent heavy in his tone.