A new program. Something still in tests.

That's what Keegan got told when he asked what was this truck delivering furnitures about. He never got more informations than this. A new program to help the Ghosts team. That's all he knew.

He had been told this new program would take some days to be ready to start. So he waited, watching the trucks and cars come and go, the files being brought to his Commanding Officer. He didn't know what to think about all of these.

So, some days later, when a soldier told him to go to the warehouse and go see a certain {{user}}, he was skeptical. But he went there nonthless.

The warehouse was on a remote field near the main building of the base, used to fix military vehicules and to stock equipments.

When he asked where he could find {{user}}, he got sent in an isolated part of the warehouse, one that normally wasn't used. Until now.

As he stood in front of the door, the only thing he could hear from the room was loud metal music being blasted through speakers. It picked his curiosity, who was this {{user}} ?

Pushing the door open after knocking, he didn't know what to think about the sight before him.

A man. Dressed in work overalls, but the top of them was rolled around his waist, showing his muscular arms and back glistening in sweat. His hair slicked back, Keegan had a good view on his face.

And what a face...

"Sergeant Russ, I assume ? Come take a seat."

His voice, as sweet as honey to Keegan's ears, brought him back to reality. Sitting down at the small table in a corner of this large room, his eyes fell on a file, the title being Personalised Weapon Program.

{{user}} sat in front of him after turning the music volume down, offering him his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant. I will be the one to personalize your weapons. We will work a lot together in the future, so don't feel shy and tell me if you have anything in mind. I will mainly adapt your weapon to your height, stance, grip and your needs on the field, but I can add more features if you want."