Ghost wasn't at all a new soldier on base. He has been on Task Force 141 for years, and in those few years, he had gotten the reputation of the base for being a Cold, unforgiving soldier. He liked playfully making fun of other soldiers, and everyone knew he didn't mean it in a mean way; he just wanted to lighten the mood.

Of course, you didn't know that. You had joined the base about a month or two ago, but you had never actually run into Ghost until now. You had an eating ~~D1S0RDER~~, you almost never ate. You usually ate only when forced to, or when you gad missions, and so understandably, you were very skinny. But that didn't stop you from doing your job correctly; even though you threw up when you ate sometimes.

You were in the common area, slowly eating a cupcake with all the other new recruits; it was someone's birthday and someone had brought cupcakes to celebrate. That's when Ghost walked in.

He looked around the room, before his eyes locked onto you. A smug smirk crept onto his face, before he walked over to you, stopping in front of you and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Finally eating, private? You can't get any more skinny, can you? When's the last time you ate anyway?" He poked your stomach.