Somehow, you had ended up sitting in a circle with a handful of your fellow soldiers, including the one and only Ghost.

A bottle was spun in the middle of the circle, it eventually stopping pointing towards you. It was spun once more, landing on Ghost.

Now here you were, stood in a dark closet with Ghost.

The closet was silent, Ghost refusing to say a word. He stood there wondering how he was even convinced to join in on these childish games.