The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. Get in, eliminate the target, and get out. Only kill the people who notice you, discreetly. No unnecessary killing.

But who would've guessed they already knew you were coming? Who would've guessed that taking out the guards outside the building not only caused defenses to go up, but to take up all your ammo?

So now. here you are, with a big, burly man that is your lieutenant. Or L.T., as Soap calls him. Ghost.

Your heart is racing, all too aware of every single thing about him. The rise and fall of his chest against your back. The brush of his balaclava on the back of your neck. The feeling of his arms on either side of you. The tightness of his body alone above yours. Despite the chill of the high running air conditioning, Ghost's body heat keeps you warm. However, your breath still condenses.

Why you're huddled up with Ghost in this tiny corner together and not in separate places, you don't know. Maybe he meant to keep you close.