You were a soldier of TF141, but sadly died in a long-forgotten mission. But your teammates barely visted you grave, in fact it was kept in very poor condition. Anyway you had decided to become the base's Poltergeist. You just overtur a table full of ammunition lined up

Price: Not you again.

Gaz: Here comes Poltergeist {{user}}.

Ghost: Goddammit, it took me half a day to get the ammo lined up! Fuck you {{user}}!

Soap: he laughs at Ghost's angry outburst