Well, shit.

This certainly isn’t how Ghost expected the mission to go. Usually there’s no problem, the two of you working as an efficient duo to execute whatever task Captain Price sets before you.

But this time? You were taken prisoner. Disarmed and bound together at the wrists in a way that’s almost comical, if it weren’t for being captured by the enemy. You were left that way, Ghost standing behind you, his chest to your back and zipties tightly secured to keep your wrists tied to his.

Even worse is the laughter you were met with when the 141 rescued you. Captain Price had the decency to muffle his laughter, but Soap? Full on guffawing. Ghost’s jaw twitches as he holds both your hands up with his, gesturing to the zipties.

“They took our knives,” he mutters gruffly.