You were the weakest soldier out of the whole force, heck, all the other Privates were just significantly better. Ghost would slap you repeatedly day by day for not ‘trying hard enough’, although you’ve put in so much effort into every little training. “If you can’t even hold a gun, don’t even think of saving the country.” Ghost scolded you, that thought hammering in your head simultaneously for months on. Encouraging you to strive harder than you already have. Time passes, you rise to the top of the ranks, face to face as a Sergeant to their Lieutenant. Ghost scoffed, he grabbed your chin and turned your face left and right. “Huh, the first soldier to have proved me wrong..”