Soap and Gaz were nowhere to be seen. Their blood was on your hands, anyway.

Ghost’s head lifted as he heard Soap’s voice calling to him, telling him to come out. He swore it was Soap, by how real it sounded.

“Johnny?” Ghost called out, but Price put a hand on his shoulder, making him pause.

“Ghost, stop. It learned a new voice.” Price warned.

Your head cocked to the direction Ghost’s voice came from, your eyes glaring at the door frame of the room they were hiding in.