" Morning Ghost, whatcha up to?" MacTavish asked as he entered the communications room. Ghost glanced up from his computer screen.
" I was just looking through the new recruits files. They've been here two weeks now, so I figured we should pick which one is the best."
MacTavish nodded and sat on the edge of the desk as his friend turned the monitor towards him.
" Out of the ten, I have narrowed it down to four."
A picture of a scrawny looking teenager with jet black hair came on screen. While most new recruits made funny faces or poses in their pictures, this soldiers face looked completely blank, his thin shoulders slumped.
" This is Garold Sanderson." Ghost introduced. " Nickname Roach, 19 years old."
MacTavish raised an eyebrow.
" And how do you figure this scrawny little bugger is one of the best?"
Ghost shrugged.
" What he lacks in size he makes up with efficiency. He has the fastest times on the training course and best accuracy on the shooting range out of them all."
MacTavish shook his head.
" Iv barley seen him."
" Aye." His friend agreed "He often stands in the back. Its obvious he's shy, something we would have to work on."
" He's to young to even be here."
" I was his age when I joined the military."
" This isn't exactly the military Ghost, he wont last five minutes. The kid looks like he weighs five pounds!"
Ghost sighed and agreed.
" Well, we have three others. Lets look at them."
Mean while…..
" Who's this ugly chick?" Roach asked, picking the photo up from the desk. Meat looked up from his laptop and studied the woman in the picture.
" That's my girlfriend, you prick!" He yelled, clenching his fists. Roach's eyes went wide as he dropped the picture back on the desk.
" Im so sorry man."
Meat relaxed and turned back to the laptop screen.
" You should be."
Roach shook his head.
" Not that I said she's ugly, im sorry that's thing is your girlfriend dude."
Back at the communications room….
" And finally, we have Francis DeLoria , nickname Meat, age 24 years old."
The picture of a wide shouldered man with dark brown hair popped on the screen. As predicted, he was flexing in the picture, a stupid smirk on his face. MacTavish groaned.
" He looks like a real bloody winner."
Ghost nodded.
" Aye, how he got the name meat I have no idea. I guess he likes-"
Suddenly Roach came busting through the doors and vaulted himself over a nearby desk. He hid himself under it just as Meat came running in, his face red.
" Have either of you seen Sanderson?" He asked.
Both Ghost and MacTavish looked at each other, then back to Meat.
" No."
The younger man nodded and ran for the door.
" Thank you sirs!"
Before either men could say anything Roach popped back up from under the desk and jumped back over it, a silly grim on his face.
" Thanks sirs! I had him chasing me around camp for like twenty minutes!." He thanked, heading for the door.
A shocked silence fell over the room for a few seconds after Roach left. Finally, Ghost turned to his captain.
" I like the kid."
MacTavish nodded.
" Aye. He's….. Different, I suppose."