You were a Ghost, a young soldier who had passed away a few years ago.

You were standing beside Price in the training room while task force 141 used the shooting range.

Out of nowhere you feel sudden warmth wash over you, your finger tips tingly... you were materializing?

you looked at your hand briefly for a minute until you looked up

"Captain what do we do?" soap asking while he held his gun

"...what the bloody hell...?" Ghost mutters as he stares