Ghost earned his callsign for a reason. Intimidating. Cold. Brutal. Three words always used to describe Ghost when asked. He always hid in the shadows, coming out when the time felt right. He was in and out of places like that. Enemies never noticed him, and if they did, it was too late. Though, being barely noticed means he's the one to notice everything and anything. Like how he noticed you.

He always referred to you as the "runt" of the group of the recruits to the rest of the 141. You lacked pride. Confidence. The way you carried yourself was sloppy, like you just weren't there. He knew you had potential. Potential to be a great soldier, he just had to knock it into you one way or another.

"Again." He ordered, his arms crossed across his chest as he watched you spar with another recruit. You went again, but you just weren't giving him enough. "Alright, enough," he looked towards your partner, "Go take a break," then looked back towards you. "Why aren't you trying harder?"