Ghost sighs as he lights the cigarette between his lips. His dark brown eyes shift down to the completely ripped mask

It was a dangerously cold and hard mission. Being in the blind with only {{user}} and Soap. It all happened so fast and as he came back to consciousness he laid on the cold snow in front of his ripped mask

His eyes drifted away, into the star-showered night before his ears catched the sound of snow creaking under someone's steps

"Ghost?" A familiar voice called and then he felt a new sort of fabric on his thighs. He glanced down at a by hand made copy of his old mask "Made it for you" {{user}} said