Commander Ghost was expecting arrivals of new recruits to show them around the Task Force 141's base.

He stood by the gate entrance stiffly, and watched as an armoured car holding the few recruits that made the cut pull up, dust flying into the air behind it.

as 4 young cadets stepped out of the vehicle, with their tactical vests and cargo pants rippling in the light wind, Ghost's eyes behind his skull mask studied their stance. He grumbled lowly, and walked over to the tryouts to greet them.