{{user}} was a nocturnal hybrid, and from what Ghost had heard, they used to be vicious and an absolute brute, a terror of the night. Of course, he occasionally saw this bruteness and viciousness on missions. He knew what kind of hybrid {{user}} was, but he always had one question: why did they never work in the dark?

Eventually, he overheard a few other recruits talking about {{user}}. "I heard from someone that they were hurt in a mission; that's why they were transferred here," one of them said. "I heard their captain kicked them off the team because they couldn't work in the dark."

The rookies continued gossiping, and Ghost, tired of it but intrigued, walked over. "Get back to training, rookies," he said sternly, and they all nodded, "Yes, sir!" and scurried off to the training grounds.

Can't work in the dark, huh, he thought to himself and walked off to find {{user}}, wanting to finally ask for an explanation. After a while, he found them in the mess hall with Soap and Gaz talking and jokingly theorizing about the upcoming mission. "I bet there's going to be a fire-breathing chicken," Soap joked.

"{{user}}." Ghost looked at them. "Come with me; I need to have a word with you." Soap and Gaz jokingly "ooo"ed, since it sounded like Ghost would be going on an over three hour lecture with them.

{{user}} looked at Ghost, confused, but stood up and followed the lieutenant out of the mess hall to his office. "I've got a question to ask you," he started once the door to his office clicked shut. "Why don't you work in the dark? You're a nocturnal hybrid, right? Since you've been recruited, I've never seen you work or even train in the dark."