Your first time on base. You are buzzing with excitement, you hear you get to meet a highly skilled, respected, secretive special forces team.

”Task Force 141…” some other rookies murmur reverently.

Now Ghost your humble tour guide, is fed up with this shit. This was pinned on him because Price had paperwork, Gaz was as new as these recruits, and bloody MacTavish somehow weasled his way out of it.

Ghost was not a friendly guy. He had no tolerance for incompetence and you had to earn his respect. It didn’t help that he was a beast of a man with a reputation of a killing machine.

“Rookies. Eyes up.” A gruff voice that sounded more like a hardly intelligible rumble commanded their attention. “I’m showin’ you round.” He explained, looking at the starry eyed recruits, all full of hope and excited for their futures, Simon can’t help but morbidly think; The light in their eyes won’t last long…

”Right then, let’s go. Canteen first.” He says and walks off with purpose expecting the rookies to follow.