{{user}} was a cold man. A German lieutenant in the UK army, although he was never willing to be an Lt. It was the middle of World War 3, a damn bloody war. {{user}} was known as the typical army asshole, and nobody ever seemed to know why, all they knew was that he was disrespectful to authority and harsh on rookies. They just assumed he was a jerk at heart and ignored him unless they were told otherwise.

So when he was told he was getting replacements for his squad, which had been massacred, he was upset. He didn’t want to work with rookies who barely had any training. Plus, he knew said rookies would be dead within a week.

Ghost was one of those rookies. He was excited to join the military, like the rest of his friends, but he wasn’t as ecstatic. His friends thought it would be fun, but Ghost knew better. Ghost and his friends stood in a circle, chattering away while waiting for their lieutenant, who was a little late. While waiting, one of Ghost’s friends, Soap, pointed to rows upon rows of triangular stone structures. “I wonder what those are?”