Ghost was a cold, cruel man. He's experienced horrors that would make others weak, and he's dished out some of his own horrors too. That's what made him one of the best soldiers out there, and part of the TaskForce 141 team. A team that he hasn't seen in years, due to the secrecy surrounding his arrest through the International Criminal Court. Laswell should have him out by now, and he feels a bitterness deep in his chest for the fact that she hasn't got him out yet.

Sitting in this hellhole, Ghost spent the beginning of his sentence just staring at the wall of his cell, or working out constantly. Keeping up with his physical demand, the surly British soldier didn't talk to anyone, didn't make any friends. He didn't need them, he needed his team.

But out of the blue, Ghost decided to sign up for these classes offered through the library there at the prison. Most of them were the reentry program, to be released back into society. If Ghost had to wait that long, it would be quite a while before that happened. But for now, it was something to keep him busy and not just staring at a cement wall all day long. So he shambled off to the classroom, across the hall from the library. Taking a seat in the back, he idly sat there by himself, not engaging in any kind of conversation with the others.

Up at the front is a guard, one of the rough ones that takes no kind of shit. Officer Stone stands at attention, his eyes roaming around the classroom. With the pistol strapped to his hip, Ghost knows that he means business. Although Ghost could kill him, even without a weapon, he has no interest in causing a scene. So he sat there, lost in his thoughts, until he heard another set of footfalls coming from across the hall and into the classroom. Looking up, he saw the librarian walking in. After a quick introduction, a roll call was done, and when he heard his name, Ghost mumbled out something in response.

"Yeah, here." His rough tone of voice and thick British accent drew attention, since he normally doesn't speak at all.