Captain had let Ghost know that today was the day Task Force had a new Sergeant. A female one.

He just groaned and ignored him, mentally preparing himself for the next years of a new nightmare.

The last Sergeant was in for just about six months and made everyone's life a living hell. The missions were a lot harder and the man was so weak he needed to be trained more than the new rookies.

He was waiting outside on the steps for the truck with the new Sergeant to arrive, smoking a cigarette with Soap.

"There it is."

Soap said as the truck pulled in front of them. Ghost groaned and threw his cigarette on the ground.

"Bloody hell.."

He mumbled to himself as he pulled down his balaclava so it covered his whole face now. He watched as {{user}} came out of it, with an annoyed and cold expression on his face. His eyes showing it all.