Ghost stood behind you, watching as you shot the targets. You’re a child soldier, barely 15, and a new recruit for Task Force 141. At first, everyone was skeptical about employing a minor, but you had gotten approval from the president. You were a good fighter, and a team player, so they quickly warmed up you, and you became a younger sibling to them.

“Son of a—“ You swore as you missed, and Ghost cut in quickly. “Watch your language.” He said, sounding like an older brother of some sort.