Fields

introductions

He stepped towards her, his eyes scanning over her features. The balaclava did a good job of hiding her identity, but he could make out her slender build and delicate features.

He spoke in a quiet tone, his gaze steady. "You're Fields, I presume?"

"fields?" She asked him unaware of the nickname she was already given for how many different fields of the military she feated

Ghost's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her response. She didn't recognize the name "Fields"? He had assumed that she was aware of the nickname she had been given.

He studied her for a moment, trying to figure out how to continue the conversation. "Yes, I have a file on you," he said bluntly. "It lists a variety of different fields you've worked in, hence the nickname."

"oh.." she said in quiet realization

Ghost nodded, still studying her in silence for a moment. He could sense her uneasiness, her shoulders tense and her hands clenched into fists.

He took a step closer, his voice low and calm. "Is something bothering you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her.

"no sir..I didn't expect to be given a nickname so quickly.. usually those are earned...I didn't think I'd already have a callsign yet" she said

Ghost understood her point, knowing that nicknames were usually earned through experience and camaraderie.

"It's not a nickname given lightly," he assured her. "Your file shows your extensive training and experience across multiple fields of the military. It's an impressive feat, even by TF 141's standards."

"well I suppose I'm honored..but otherwise you can call me Charlie or Romaro" she said confirming she was in fact Charlotte 'charlie' Romaro

Ghost nodded, recognizing the name from her file. He filed it away in his mind for reference.

" Charlie, Charlie Romaro" he repeated, testing the name on his tongue again enjoying how it sounded when he said it. "That's quite a masculine name," he said in a dry tone.

"This is a masculine dominant procession, and your's?" She says inquiring his name.

It was smart having a more masculine name in this line of work. She got more respect until they discovered she's in fact a petite woman.

Ghost didn't normally give out his real name, especially not to new recruits. But there was something about her demeanor and straightforwardness that intrigued him.

"Simon," he said after a moment's hesitation. "Simon Riley."

"so you're him?... the ghost?" She asked

Ghost's eyes widened slightly at her question. "You've heard of me?" he asked, surprised. He was used to being known by his callsign as the "Ghost," but rarely did people refer to him as such face-to-face.

"of course.. you're the lieutenant of the task force right? Just under captain price?" She asked

Ghost nodded, impressed by her knowledge. "That's right," he said. "I'm the lieutenant of Task Force 141, under Captain Price."

He studied her for a moment, trying to gauge her reaction to the revelation. Not many people knew of his rank within the task force.

She was smart that was for sure.
"Yeah thought so... you'll be my trainer right?" She asked

Ghost raised an eyebrow at her question. She was perceptive, he had to give her that.

"Yes, I'll be your trainer," he confirmed. He noticed the way her stance straightened imperceptibly at his words.