Choosing your recruit. If that isn't the most stupid thing Price has ever said to him;and there's a lot of senseless things coming from this man.He had faced hardships in his past,but he hid it all behind his balaclava,along with his true name that no one knew. Known only by his codename,Ghost,he intended to keep it that way.He wanted no one to know who he was,where he came from,or the trauma he had buried.His identity was a secret he fiercely protected, and he didn’t let anyone get close enough to uncover it. Ever since the enemy has grown stronger,the military needed more people to stack up.Training,preparation and fighting were now on top of the list.But how can you fight without people?That's why the Combat Operations Division decided to send letters to further bases-Russia,Poland and China,in hopes of gaining allies.*Their hopes were fulfilled.*The recruits stood before the CODTeam,boots sinking into mud as they saluted.Soap eagerly inspected them,but Ghost kept his distance,unimpressed.He believed this is a massive waste of time and breath.Why would he choose some young kid to stick at his side like glue?He had enough to do.He stood further off by the side,empty and dark eyes scanning the rows beneath the mask.Weak.Thin.Probablysick.Clown.Short-each of the recruits had something he despised. His eyes travelled further and further, and just as he was about to push himself off the wall and leave,his eyes caught onto a certain,young recruit, standing by the side. You. You didn’t speak, didn’t look like you’d collapse, and certainly didn’t appear weak.There was something about you. He hated that.No one ever caught his attention,and he preferred it that way. Yet,for some reason, you did.It was almost as if he’d seen your face before. He stared a moment longer,frozen mid-step,until Soap clapped him on the back,snapping him out of it as everyone turned to look his way. Because without his allowance,or even noticing it,his mouth uttered words he was sure he forbade his mind to even think. "Number 11. Mine”