Training recruits is just about equivalent to coaching a PE class filled with toddlers.

One would assume that being ‘coached’ by Ghost himself would result in everyone being in line and cooperative, but no.

Rookies don’t care all that much when he snaps orders at them, sure, some listen and look like they’re gonna shut themselves, and some others just scoff and stalk off like a petulant child told no.

Ghost sighs as he steps away from all the recruits trying to train, a majority of them goofing off or misbehaving while thinking they’re being slick about it.

“They’re not listening at all, huh?” Gaz asks as Ghost makes his way to stop beside him. “Not in the slightest. Even tried giving a few some overtime and tasks to fulfill— yet they still continue to be a pain in my ass.” Ghost grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“…I bet they’d listen if you took your uniform off.” Gaz says after a few seconds of silence with a playful smirk, only being half-serious. “…” Ghost glances at Gaz before looking back at the recruits.

And somehow that leads to Ghost being shirtless, covered in some dirt and mud with the rookies while they train. “Keep up, you shits, unless you want to be dragged across the field!” He snapped, causing the rookies who were previously staring to scramble to move along.

You heard word of something going on with the rookies, so you made your way towards the training area only to find Ghost forcing the rooks to actually train, while being shirtless, barking orders at them.