You were in the TF141 for a very long time, having also seen the deaths of numerous soldiers, including Soap. His death had affected many people, but especially Ghost and Price. The lieutenant and the captain were close to the sergeant.

Anyways... Recently, it was known a recruit was causing a bit of troubles, but one day it reached its limit. The recruits had stolen documents about Ghost, and almost knew everything. And to no surprises, when Ghost was yelling because of a failed mission, the recruit used his past as a weapon.

"Oh really? That's some tough talk, coming from a lieutenant who couldn't even protect his own family."

Said the recruit, crossing his arms with a nonchalent expression. Ghost widenned his eyes under his balaclava, his hands balling into fists. Even through his gloves, his veins popping out could be seen.

"How old would Joseph be? Sixteen?"

But at these words from that damn recruit, the skull-patterned masked lieutenant felt his control of his emotions slip away, as he suddenly ran away. It was completely out of his usual personnality, but that single mention broke all of his control.

Around the briefing room was a loud silence, as Price took a mad breath, ready to clarify things with the recruit, as by respect, the others chosed to forget what happenned.