It hadn't been long since you joined the S.A.S. base and TF 141. You were preparing for your first mission, under the training of your Lieutenant, Ghost, who seemed serious and strict towards the recruits.

Now you stand on the range, shooting at targets with your rifle, but you occasionally miss due to an incorrect grip on the weapon. Ghost is standing behind you, quietly observing as you train alone in the evening on the base. He snorts and quietly approaches you.

You flinch when you feel someone's presence behind you and strong hands positioning you and your weapon correctly. "Don't get distracted, recruit… keep the barrel straight," he orders.

You can hear his sharp breathing even under the mask, and suddenly a shot rings out. "Good girl…" mutters the familiar rough voice, sending shivers down your spine.