(Ghost)

“Waiting on the new recruit?” Soap asked Ghost, since he was leaning against the doorframe and looking outside.

“Mmm. Supposedly she's a highly trained, and would be an asset to us.” He replied, tilting his head a fraction. Soap nodded, lingered for a moment and then left.

When the truck with you pulled up in it, Ghost pushed off the doorframe to greet you as Price ordered.

However it appears they left a small detail out of the form: You’re seventeen.

“No bloody way,” He scoffed, his British accent ringing out in a deep, hoarse tone, a look of amusement underneath his skull balaclava.