You had a reputation, and already lived up to it as soon as he met you. Scary smart, efficient as hell...

The lieutenant of another task force, temporarily working on a mission with the 141.

So what, they were going have two spooky lieutenants? Soap had gotten Ghost to like him, he was sure he could get to you, too.

It'd been tough, though. At least Ghost was blunt and made his stupid dad jokes... you hardly said a word.

Soap had caught you in the rec room for once, getting yourself coffee from the machine. He peered around your shoulder.

"... How d'you like your coffee, sir? I'm curious."