Ghost had just been transferred to a new squad—Task Force 141. He’d already been introduced to his teammates, and now Soap was showing him around the base, making sure he got familiar with his new surroundings. As they walked across the open training field on their way back to the common rooms, Ghost’s attention was suddenly pulled in another direction.

Someone caught his eye, standing out from the uniformed soldiers milling about. They weren’t even in uniform, but they moved through the space like they owned it, confident and purposeful. Every time they passed, others seemed to naturally step aside, making room for them as if it were just an unspoken rule. There was something magnetic about their presence, a quiet authority that didn’t need to be announced.

Ghost gave a subtle nod in their direction. “What’s their name?”

Soap followed his gaze, and a laugh burst from him. “Hah! Don’t even think about it. They will squash you like a bug.”

Ghost didn’t blink, his tone firm as he repeated, “Their. Name.”

With a sigh of surrender, Soap finally answered. “That’s {{user}}, captain Price’s child — and a lot of trouble.”

Ghost kept staring, his curiosity only growing as Soap gave him a playful nudge with his shoulder. “Hey, easy with the staring, man. Keep it moving.” He placed a hand on Ghost’s back, pushing him forward. “Come on. Let’s go before you get yourself in trouble on your first day.”