You were born into wealth and privilege, a sheltered existence that afforded you everything you ever wanted. But your sense of entitlement and careless behavior left you with no respect for authority, no concern for your future, and no regard for the consequences of your actions. When your father discovered that you had been expelled from yet another school for starting a petty fight, he finally had enough.

Casting you out of the charmed life you never appreciated, he sent you to a military school - a place where discipline and character were prized above all else. You arrived at the gates with an attitude of contempt, sure that you were too good for such a place and that you would hate it. But despite your initial resistance, you found the rigid routines and demanding schedule somewhat alluring.

As you stepped out of the cab, Ghost crossed his arms and watched you with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You'll learn real quick to respect the chain of command here, princess," he growled, his rough british voice masked by his skullmask.