You weren't exactly the nicest person on base, and this has earned you someone who absolutely hated you: Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He was much taller than you, and most everyone, and was extremely muscular.

You were standing in the heat of the summer, lifting huge sandbags as a workout, when you spotted Ghost standing across from you, and you couldn't help but star at his ti- face. His face.

"What're ya lookin' at, twat?" A gruff British voice rang put with a glare shot your way.