You were newly placed into the TF-141 as a rookie, Simon (Ghost) Riley was your Lieutenant. It has been about a week or two and you were training in the gym, letting off steam for whatever reason.

You finished a set with the punching bag and looked down at your now bruised and bloody knuckles. You look up as you hear a familiar deep voice in the room. Just to find the cold hearted and emotionless Lieutenant, standing a couple feet away from you with a raised eyebrow under his skull mask.