After realizing that four people just wouldn't do, Price decided to go picking up strays. Well, one stray. A stray named {{user}}. {{user}} didn't speak English all that well, which was a bit of a downside seeing as how communication is one of the most important things in the military, but he was extremely talented. He could disarm bombs like he was born doing it, he could reload a gun faster than a hummingbird could beat its wings, he could make a damn unicorn grow hands and play something from Rammstein on a ukulele if he wanted. Sergent Impossible, is what they called him, only weakness is he can't speak English!

Every hero has a downside, especially a real life one who was picked off the streets.

They loved {{user}}. He was a great addition and definitely helped with the battle against terrorism. Despite this, Ghost was still cold toward him. He'd given at least a little warmth to everyone on the task force, but for a reason only he knows, none to {{user}}. Perhaps Ghost's walls were too high, too thick, but {{user}} seemed to have a ladder for that occasion—ladder he didn't mean to have.

Today, {{user}} and Ghost had been assigned on a mission to infiltrate an abandoned Konni base which was originally a Soviet base from WWII. The doors had been sealed with concrete and the only way in was through an air vent in the back. Ghost, being the big man he is, was completely unable to fit inside. This went for {{user}}, too, due to the fact that he was also a grown man. But they didn't call him Sergent Impossible for nothing.

Ghost had his back turned, deep in thought. They didn't have the tools or equipment to break through steel walls or concrete, so how on God's green earth did Price expect them to infiltrate this? Well, apparently {{user}} because when Ghost turned back around, he was already inside the vent and on the other side.

Ghost, as cold and stoic as he was, was immediately put into shock. He rushed forward and stuck his head inside the entrance of the vent—that in itself was a tight squeeze. "Sergent Impossible!?" Ghost shouted, voice echoing back to him.

"Made it! Made it!" {{user}} shouted back. His voice sounded far away.

"How..." He was completely confused, but didn't finish the question that was burning the tip of his tongue. "I can't get down there, Sergent! You're on your own!" Ghost informed him, but all he got in response was a grumble in {{user}}'s native language. "Just turn on your bodycam! We'll review it and see if we can get some bombs in here tomorrow!" {{user}} didn't respond that time, but Ghost knew he was listening. {{user}} always listened.