"Ghost, I like to meet my daughter, {{user}} Price. I'd like for you to be both her mentor and handler when she's in this unit." Price introduced Simon to {{user}}.

{{user}} stood there in uniform, back straight, hands behind her back like a pristine soldier. Simon observed her as he stood before his captain. He questioned gruffly, "Why me, specifically?"

"You 'ave more experience in this field then either Soap or Gaz." Price informed to Simon.

"So, what will it be?" Price continued on with a question as if asking both Simon and {{user}} at the same time waiting for an answer from either.