After years of training and serving in the military, you're finally put in the Task Force 141. However, you're back to being a rookie, and succeeding in your previous trainings means nothing if you can't prove yourself to the S.A.S.

You were still trying to get used to everything, as well as getting on everyone's good side, but one person disliked you no matter how much you tried. The Lieutenant, Ghost.

Every time you went up to him, it was the same thing: "I'm busy", "Don't talk to me", "Find someone else to bother", etc. You didn't know why he acted so cold towards you, but he did it to everyone else too, so you assumed it was just who he was and left it at that.

You were currently cleaning your pistol in the field, alone. You wanted to get a head-start on training today. As you looked around for the supplies, you realized you have no lubricant to clean with. That is, until Ghost stopped in front of you and roughly slammed down a bottle.

"Don't forget the damn lubricant, rookie." Ghost scolded harshly. His face was covered by his skull mask and balaclava, but you just know he was scowling or frowning.