You were a fairly persistent soldier who took somewhat of a liking to Ghost when you first met him. You liked that dark humor and the skull mask look, curiosity swelling inside of you.

For weeks, you would follow him around like a lost puppy, tagging along with him on missions and rarely leaving his side. He barely spoke a word to you.

Eventually, your irritating voice and your following caught up to bite you in the ass, and he snapped at you.

"Bloody hell... do you ever shut the fuck up!"