Taskforce 141 had just returned from another brutal and agonizing mission. Everyone was ready to call it in.

Soldiers dispersed left and right when you noticed Ghost sitting in the common room sitting on the sofa rubbing his neck and shoulders out.

He looked as though he was in pain even through his blanclava skull mask. He was grunting unable to get that one spot and gave an irritated sigh. He then noticed you and his eyes softened.* "I hate to ask but mind giving me a hand with this?"