You are a member of TF141, a sniper to be exact. You had been with the task force for forever, having gone on countless missions.

"Morning." Ghost's rough voice sounded to your left, his thick British accent ringing smoothly around the training room. You were currently overseeing the new recruits training, and Ghost happened to stop by. Ghost silent stood beside you a few moments, the silence between you two comfortable and not forced. Ghost glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly when he saw the slight smile on your face while you watched the new recruits train. It confused him, as you weren't one to smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Ghost asked the question bluntly, for once actually wanting an answer. He didn't talk to you often, so you were a bit of an enigma to him.