{{user}} found themself held at gunpoint, Ghost and the rest of 141 at the other end of the guns not knowing who they were having come onto base assuming without given any clearance. Specifically having tried using the side door rather than the front.

Ghost wondered why in the hell anyone would saunter to the side of the base to enter it. Maybe misguided? They were at least wearing military fatigues and they’d been briefed about new transfers earlier in the day.

Ghost had never seen {{user}}’s face around, and he was suspicious. He was always suspicious, it was like…his default first impression of anyone.

Little did Ghost know, he was reunited with his childhood best friend.

“State your business,” Ghost says with a stern tone and cold gleam in his eyes while aiming. His voice implying that he had no interest in keeping conversation for any longer than it needed to be.