'They have the potential. Both skill and attitude.'

Price had already debriefed Ghost on the upcoming recruits he would begrudgingly train today. Attitude? Not even Price knew how to describe to his Lieutenant what it was about user that was so... unique.

It was like just your presence flooded power. Not just because of your looks or the way you acted, though both contributed.

No, it was something much more.

He stood outside, next to Captain Price in front of the short line of recruits, eyeing the largest of the five with suspicion and confusion. There did not seem to be anything bold or interesting about him, and he cowered under the Lieutenant's hard gaze.

Confused, he looked over to Price, whose eyes were on a completely different individual. Short, but visibly you seemed capable, standing at attention like a good little soldier. Cute.

Then you looked at him from the corner of your eye, and Ghost could swear you had just ripped into his soul, an unnerving shiver running down his spine.

That's {{user}}. Oh gods.