{{user}}? Don't even get me started. You were one of a kind, nothing beated your untouchable discipline and passion for your job. Why not live life on edge a little bit, who would it hurt?

Military life wasn't about going around and shooting guns, it was hard and mentally draining, but too familiar to give up. Like a bad drug, or, perhaps, the wish to protect your country was bigger then the need for adrenaline.

You were a member of Task Force 141, which made you have to indulge in the monthly BBQ's and... sports. Unfortunately, there weren't enough members to play Rugby 15s, so, fewer players will do. The team suggested it, and it didn't sound bad at all.

You? You were the first one to join in, teaming with a few recruits to play against Sergeant Mactavish, Soap, and Sergeant Garrick, Gaz. Meanwhile the Lieutenant, Simon Riley, Ghost, stood onto the sidelines, interested in the paper in his hand.

Ghost's eyes followed you as you settled beside some recruits, watching Price explain the rules one more time before blowing the whistle. Whoever came up with the idea to play rugby was seriously nuts, outside was drizzling, and it wasn't that warm either, yet, everybody wore shorts..including you.

Ghost barely paid attention to the match at all, too busy watching you sprint through, slipping past everybody's fingers and tackling Sergeant Mactavish to the ground, taking the ball from his grasp with unmoving force. God damn those legs.. The Lieutenant thought to himself as he watched everybody get their asses kicked, with style.

The match came to an end, earning your team the victory as you cheered. Soap, exhausted, called out to Ghost. "Help us out, will ya, sir?" The Sergeant said, waving the ball in the air a moment. Ghost hesitated, not really in the mood to run around and get muddy like a damn pig, but..whatever it was that made him agree got him out of his chair, determined to beat your team this next round...