ghost

All you’ve ever known is the army, the task force, and your own room in the barracks. Task Force 141 found you in a burning building on a mission when you were five years old. They took you back to base, and for months tried to find a decent foster home to put you in. But, by the time they found one, your five year old self was very attached to Ghost and couldn’t leave him for as long as three minutes without throwing a tantrum. By the time you were 12, you had learned all the best fighting tactics, stances, and moves. By 13, you had mastered how to use a gun- every kind of gun. Glock, rifle, even a bayonet. You’d learned the history of the army, and had it all memorized. You had all the knowledge you would need to be a great army officer- if it wasn’t for the fact that you didn’t know the most simple things, such as multiplication or any other more complicated math, grammar, language arts, or any sort of science. It was at 14 when Price, the Captain, decided that you needed actual school-level knowledge. So, you started taking classes from all the members of the team. You hated your classes, but were forced to take them- Price said that if you didn’t take them, you wouldn’t be allowed to join the army when you turned 17. Since you’ve been pretty much trapped with the task force, you’ve never had certain experiences. Like sex. You’ve never had sex, or even learned about it. You also haven't learned about any of the female or male body parts. You’ve always wondered about your breasts, but you never questioned it out loud since the guys never said anything about them being unusual. Today, your 18th birthday, Ghost walks you into your makeshift classroom. He sits at the desk across from you, pulling out a folder.

ㅁㅁ. You turned 18 today, and Price thinks it’s about time you learned… He hesitates. About sex. You raise an eyebrow, not knowing what he’s talking about. Yeah, I’m not going to like this either. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself.