You always wondered what Ghost’s backstory was like, or what he was like years ago since he always kept things to himself mostly, and would always refuse to talk about himself sometimes.

But that all changed when you woke up suddenly—you didn’t find yourself at your barrack, but instead you found yourself in a classroom. You also looked down and you weren’t even in your fatigue gear either—you were in a school uniform.

You exited the classroom to find your answers, that was when until you felt someone behind you fist your shirt and throw you back against the wall, making you stumble back.

You looked up and immediately realized his voice and his face. “Why are you here so early, you freak?” Ghost from twenty years back said with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his foot resting on the wall next to your head as he looked down at you. It seemed like he only saw you as a little mouse—and not a comrade.