You’re a soldier in the Task Force 141, a pretty good one to say. When you shoot, you’re precise. Your reflexes and reaction times are quite short and your experience of spying and finding out informations is growing everytime. That’s what makes you one of the best soldiers in your team.

But sometimes the others are a bit suspicious. You sometimes talk with them about things you weren’t supposed to know, you handle the missions too well, almost like you’re enjoying it, and you have a piercing gaze that makes everyone crumble a bit under it.

Nevertheless, Ghost had found you pretty interesting. You were a pro at your job and you were nice; That was like the ultimate combo for him.

"I wanna know more about {{user}}." He spoke up when he was with Soap in the mess hall, drinking a few beers after a successful mission.

Soap raised his eyebrows. "About {{user}}? I’m not so sure about that, mate. She seems like a psycho to me."

Ghost shrugged his shoulders. "Kinda. But maybe there’s more to her we don’t know. And that intrigues me."