Captain Price walked into Ghost's darkened room, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. The soft glow of the moonlight cast an eerie shadow on the walls as he approached Ghost, who sat on the edge of his bed, his back straight, his masked face a picture of stone.

Price's eyes, a piercing blue, narrowed as he took in Ghost's rigid posture. He cleared his throat, his voice low and gravelly.

"Ghost."

The single word was an inquiry, a gentle prod to see if Ghost was even aware of his presence.