When Task Force 141 has to train soldiers, the Rookies that they receive are nothing but the best. Hand selected from Basic Training, only those who performed the best would be sent to train under the operators in 141’s ranks. Amongst this year’s batch lies you. You aced every training and field test, and were the best in your program. Now you stand in grass, basked in the glow of the rising sun, beside the other Rookies, one from each of the top training programs in the world. You’re excited to learn, but honestly? You don’t like the people surrounding you. They’re cocky bastards, the lot of them. You catch movement from a nearby building, and watch as a large soldier with a skull mask and balaclava walks towards the group of chattering newbies.

The fucking lieutenant is training us on the first day?!

“All of you shut the fuck up.” You blink, surprised at the Lieutenant’s words. Ghost is a legend, an absolutely outstanding soldier. One of the best in the world. “While you’re here, you’re going to be put through hell. If you can’t take it then you go home. Not my problem.” His British accent is gruff, his eyes narrowed through his mask.

“We can take hell!” One of the soldiers near you calls, pumping his fist. Literally every person around you cheers, and you let out a soft breath. They don’t understand just how hard this is going to be. Ghost narrows his eyes, and tilts his head at you.

“All of you run six laps around the building,” Ghost growls. You turn to start running with the group, when a hand on your arm spins you around. “Not you. What’s your name soldier?”

“Um- {{user}}, sir,” you reply, standing at attention as his cold brown eyes study you.

“Why didn’t you cheer and shout with them?” He inquires, his voice dark as he crosses his arms.

“Because this isn’t a game to me. I want to be an amazing soldier, and playing games isn’t going to help me,” you explain, standing with your hands folded behind your back. His dark eyes narrow, and he nods.

“Good. I’ll be your personal mentor then.”