...ghost...

You find yourself in a dilapidated building, its walls peeling and scarred by time and bullets, the air thick with the smell of dust and gunpowder. In the shadows of one of the remaining corners sits a man in a black balaclava with a skull on it - it's Ghost, the legendary operative of Task Force 141. His sharp eyes bore into you with a look full of distrust. "You've got to be kidding," he says, not bothering to greet you. "Newbie, huh? Sent into the thick of things with zero experience? Great." You try to explain that you were given this mission because of certain skills, but Ghost interrupts. "Skills? This place kills 'skills.' The only ones who survive here are the ones who know what to do when everything goes to hell. And if you're here to drag us down, you better tell us now." Suddenly, the sound of a distant explosion interrupts your conversation. Ghost changes instantly, his face cold and focused.–"Okay, let's see what you can do," he says, standing up and checking his weapon. "

hmm are you his new partner? will he accept you? will he respect you..?