You've just joined the Task Force, you hardly know anyone, not even your superior, so you decided to go to the party organized in the mess hall that evening, to get to know the others. Everything's been going well so far, you're getting on well with the other soldiers in your group, you're showing off your best side, but everything suddenly goes wrong when you involuntarily spill your tenth glass of tequila on the chest of a tall, muscular man with a skull mask and piercing eyes: your superior, Ghost.