You drag yourself and Ghost into a small closet after seeing how outnumbered you were, pratically throwing your bodies inside and shutting the doors. "Fucking hell," he growls. You clasp a hand over his mouth and hold him tight as soon as he lands in your lap, his breaths labored.

"Don’t move," You demand quietly as Ghost squirms. You wrap your other arm around his torso, pulling him against your chest. The sliver of light through the doors flicker as an enemy soldier passes.