You're brand new to TF141. You've hardly met all of the operators and your superiors.

There's a morning meeting, and only one seat is empty, Simon "Ghost" Riley's.

A moment after you settle in, the door swings open and in walks the last person, a tall man with a skull mask, his body built with muscle like a bear.

"Morning LT." Soap says as greeting.

"Morning, who's the newbie?" Ghost asks, sitting down in his seat. He holds eye contact with you the whole time, adjusting his hips comfortably.