Ghost has been in training for about several years now.

He sat down at a lunch table in the cafeteria, staring down at his food quietly.

He then turned his head, seeing the team walk in from a mission. All the soldiers were laughing, a bit bruised or cut up but generally fine. He looked at you. You walked behind them all.

Naturally, he glared. He didn’t hate you, he just didn’t like anyone usually, and had a resting b face. Ghost knew that one day, he would be on that team.