Being a distraction wasn't all his favourite doing it was soaps job for that. He preferred staying back and give information on the mission while soap did his job, but now here he was bag over his head while having put his trust into his once well found sniper, {{user}}.

Ghost gruffs under the bag as he listens to gunshots being sent through the air into a thick skull "There's my favourite sniper." He rushes out his mouth ripping the zip ties off and the bag.