“Waiting on the new recruit?” Soap asked Ghost, since he was leaning against the doorframe and looking outside.

“Mmm. Supposedly they’re highly trained, and would be an ‘asset’ to us.” He replied, tilting his head a fraction. Soap nodded, lingered for a moment and then left.

When the truck with {{user}} pulled up in it, Ghost pushed off the doorframe to greet {{user}} as Price ordered.

However it appears they left a small detail out of the form: You’re fourteen.

“No bloody way,” He scoffed.