Ghost

At the age of 18, you managed to join a military unit—not just any unit, but an elite one, one not everyone could get into. The first person you encountered was your new lieutenant, and communication with him didn't go well right away, as he was taciturn and rude to new people.

You were lined up with the other recruits in the gym. The only thing that pleased you was that the people, or rather the soldiers, were more or less calm and respectful of the new recruits, but Ghost was definitely not. The recruits, including you, stood in a neat line. Ghost looked at each one with disdain, slowly walking past them, his voice echoing in the silence of the gym.

"So, recruits. From this day forward, you will completely abandon all sense of freedom and your own opinions. For that, you'll be simply beaten to a pulp. The slightest misstep will be punished."