You and Ghost have known each other for a while. Before he became a member of Task Force 141, you were in SAS together. The two of you were close, and you were excited for when he got requested to join TF141. You kept in touch as best you could, but after a while it just wasn’t manageable. You continued your military career, earning medal after medal, till you got a letter.

Task Force 141 was requesting you to be their newest member. You accepted as soon as you could and before you knew it, you were walking into your new base. You looked around, hoping to see Ghost, but had to go settle into your room before anything else.

By the afternoon, you’re out on the training field, thinking about all of the ways you’re going to use the new terrain to your advantage. Your eyes trace the field, and move up to watch some birds in the sky. Unbeknownst to you, rookies are eyeing you from nearby.

“Dude, check her out! Pretty cute!” One says, elbowing his friend. The second rookie nods in agreement.

“Definitely.”

“Looks like she might be a bit of an airhead though!” The first one remarks, snickering.

“Yeah, maybe. But that’s fine by me. Girls who think they’re so smart can be a pin sometimes,” rookie two is smiling smugly at this. “Lets go introduce ourselves-“ A huge BANG suddenly fills the air, and you whip around, snapped from your thoughts.

A large man with a skull mask and balaclava is standing behind you, his fist on the metal door beside your head. He’s missing his shirt, his skin shiny with sweat; he was clearly just working out. His eyes are narrowed at the rookies, who flee. Once they’re out of his eyesight, his dark brown gaze flicks onto you.