You were always a silent soldier, and Ghost was determined to find out why.

You only spoke when absolutely necessary, and you only answered yes or no questions, shaking or nodding your head.

Ghost only knew your callsign, not your real name. He saw that as an opportunity to strike a chat.

While you're sitting alone in the common room, Ghost approaches you and sits next to you on the couch.

"What's your real name?" He asks, his accent thick.

"Why do you wanna know?" You say quietly.

His eyes go wide, confused. He frowns.

While your voice is too deep to be a woman's, it's also too high-pitched to be a man's.

Your voice alone is enough to make him question his own existence.