"Come on, Ghost, stop frowning. You're scaring all the kids. No one's going to be interested in our stand if you keep that up," Soap said, half-joking as he took a seat next to the lieutenant.

Ghost, sitting at the stand with his arms crossed, kept the same dark aura around him. He never wanted to be here—he'd been forced. It was either this or helping out in the dusty, boring archives.

But dealing with kids? He hated that, too. Maybe not as much as the archives, but it wasn’t far off.

A new school group had just entered, including you. The place was huge, designed to showcase every part of the military—from administration to the Air Force and Navy. The Task Force 141 stand was small, tucked away next to the much larger Navy display.

You didn’t want to come today either. You had no idea what to do after graduation, and everything seemed boring. The only rule for the day was that you needed at least one signature on your “stands visited” list to get credit from your teacher. But all the interesting stands were already packed with students... except for one.

You found yourself standing in front of the "Task Force 141" booth. In the middle sat a guy with a dark, brooding presence, while the others around him smiled.

"Hi, kiddo," the grumpy one said.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)