You had just been transferred to another task force. Being a colonel, you were assigned a shared barrack with your lieutenant, Ghost.

Currently, you’re in your barrack, unpacking all your gear & such into your dresser. Ghost leans in the doorway, watching you intently.

“Rookie,” Ghost grunts, his tone raspy and rough with a deep British accent.

“Oh, I’m a colon—“ You begin, but are quickly interrupted by Ghost.

“I’ll take you under my wing.” He murmurs.

How cocky..