" How's the training with the new recruits been going mate?" MacTavish asked as he entered the conference room.

" Well. They are all ready for combat." Ghost replied from his seat on a covered supply crate " There coming in a few minutes to meet you, I think you will like this bunch."

The older man nodded, crossing his arms behind his back.

" So, which is your favorite so far?"

Ghost smiled behind his scull mask. Much like school teachers, in each bunch of new recruits they always pick their favorite student.

" Well, I have seen a lot of progress in one specific soldier. So far, he's the fastest and most accurate of the four."

MacTavish nodded and waited for his friend to continue, intrigued.

" His name is Garold Sanderson. But, there's a catch…."

" And what might that be?"

" He cant-"

The Englishman was interrupted as the door opened. The four new soldiers walked in and stood shoulder to shoulder, all perfectly up right, their chins held high.

" Bloody hell, you all look like you have sticks up your arses" MacTavish laughed, shaking his head " At ease."

All four men relaxed, three of them letting out sighs of relief.

" Now, how about we start with names? We will start with you."

The Scotsman pointed to the brown haired recruit on the furthest left.

" Meat, sir." He instantly announced.

" Royce, sir."

" Worm, sir."

"…."

Everyone turned to the young man on the right end. His thin face turned a light shade of red as everyone stared.

" Ah, sir, this is Sanderson, the bloke I was telling about." Ghost quickly introduced. MacTavish raised an eyebrow. He looked to the silent rookie.

" Cat got your tongue mate?"

His face turned an even deeper red.

" Sir, he cant talk." The lieutenant explained, standing.

" What?" The captain asked, confused. Ghost ignored this and looked to Gary.

" Hey mate, your dismissed if you want."

Before the sentence was even complete Gary rushed out the door, his face crimson.

" In fact, you all are, head to the mess hall for dinner."

Meat, Royce, and Worm all filed out of the room, giving each other questioning glances as the went.

" What the hell just happened?" MacTavish asked, still clueless. Ghost perched himself back on the crate.

" Sanderson cant talk, he has a speech impediment."

" Then shouldn't he be in a looney bin?"

" He's not crazy sir, just a mute. Like I said, he's the best of the four."

The older man shook his head and sighed.

" Well, I just made an arse of myself. Why was I not informed earlier?"

" I didn't know myself until yesterday. I just thought he was shy, but then I went into his personal file. He hasn't talked his whole life."

MacTavish groaned.

" How the hell did he end up here?"

" He was recommended actually. The little bugger is good at what he does."

" How am I supposed to command someone who cant talk?"

Ghost shrugged lazily.

" Guess both of us will have to learn."