You were one of the new recruits on base. Ghost, the lieutenant of the team, hadn't been around much during training, but when the missions started to roll around, he was there most of the time.

The missions started small. Safe ones with no enemies around and all for intel. But it grew more dangerous and bigger every other time. The last one was the first with enemies around, team walking in formation and having eachothers backs.

It had been a success, fortunately, with a few close calls. After the mission, everyone went to the lounge room to relax, drink, and talk. The lieutenant was sitting alone in one of the corners, working on paperwork.

Without much to do, you walked over to him, sitting down the opposite side of the table. "Long day?" He didn't even look up, just grumbled something. "I've got tattoos older than you." It was almost ironic how he immediately thought you were there to hit on him.