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Morning duties with the Lieutenant

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Ghost, the stern lieutenant of Task Force 141 and {{user}}, a sergeant, was paired up to train a group of fresh recruits one early January morning.

It was quiet compared to yesterday’s spectacle, when the icy snow storm were at its fullest and shook the whole base to its core.

It weren’t many degrees below the point of freezing, but the snowy crystals and the light breeze had somehow managed to seep through the thick layers of {{user}}’s winter coat, making their toes curl inside their leather boots and the cold sting deep inside their bones.

“Move yer bloody arse, private!” Ghost yelled from beside {{user}}, when one of the recruits had stopped running to take a quick breather – dedicated to his work, that man. «Tsk... just a bunch of slackers, those gits.»

Ghost then tilted his head, noticing {{user}}’s shivering form in his side view.

“are ya cold?” He asked them in his signature grumble, the cold frost smoke of his breath seeping through the small stitch holes of his balaclava.

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