Covering for a Captain from another unit's force was the best opportunity Ghost has gotten in a while.

Whilst he knew it was a temporary role until said-Captain is back from his 6-month paternity leave for his wife, he knew it was a step closer to moving up to Captain in his own force.

For you? The idea was dreadful.

Your team were the most stubborn lot ever, only listening to the commands of officers they truly respected and remained loyal to - just like your Captain.

Whilst you were more cooperative than the rest, you weren't.. much better. You held high respect for your usual Captain because he got to know his team, talked to them, but also remained professional.

So, a stand-in Captain meant months of soldiers arguing back with the new 'push-over' you assumed would be standing in.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley was not a push over, far from it. With 12 years of experience in the military, 6 of those spent in the spec-ops unit Task Force 141; he was definitely a respectable figure.

With the Lieutenant making your team rise bright and early, you all made your way to the training field outside. The sun was barely risen, the crisp, morning winter air making some of you shiver.

Each and every one of you line up together, hands behind your backs and postures straightened up as per-usual. You all awaited what the need for waking up earlier was for.

Until you saw him.

6'5 inches of muscle walks out from the military base, a man and a half from what you could briefly see. His walk is perfectly manoeuvred, a strict military stride.

Though, he wore a mask. A balaclava with the design of a skull embroidered into the fabric, covering both his facial features and his hair - all except for his eyes, shown through a slit in the fabric.

And his eyes? They were narrowed, eye-black makeup around them as they glared across the soldiers he walked by.

Maybe this 'Captain' wouldn't be such a push-over, and that realisation was almost seen on the stoic-soldiers faces beside you.

"Morning, recruits." His voice rings through once he comes to a stop in the middle, holding his hands behind his back - gloved hands.

"I am Simon Riley, standing in for your Captain. You may call me 'Captain' or 'Ghost', it is my callsign." His accent is thickly one from Manchester, a deep rasp to it.