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Ghost had begin to cut his steak into even cubes with the knife and fork provided by the cafeteria workers. They didn't give out flimsy plastic sporks and dull butterknives, they trusted their employees with quality knives. It was a small bit of OCD that compelled the man to evenly cut his steak, but nothing big, nothing that would hold him back on a mission. He wasn't about to stop mid-battle to make sure his shoelaces were symmetrically laced. He plunged the fork into one of the cubes of steak and placed it into his mouth. It was somewhat moist, cooked rare, he liked it that way. No steak sauce though. He wasn't very fond of steak sauce. Just as he swallowed he heard a voice as someone sat down.

"Hi. I'm Caitriona - Cait. Are you... Ghost?"

Ghost smiled. "Yup," he replied in a friendly tone, "I take it you're on my squad?" It was somewhat of a rhetorical question meant to make conversation. It was quite obvious she was on the same squad, so he might as well get to know her. He took a sip from his icewater. It was very cold, just above freezing point, so he didn't exactly dive into it and chug it. Instead it was one of those small sips you'd expect some rich and fancy people take from a wine glass.