Ghost wasn’t the type to become paranoid—quite the opposite actually. He usually laughed at the thought of ghost’s and paranormal stuff.

That was until he was walking around the Task Force 141 base, just doing whatever. He felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He saw no one.

“Very funny Soap,” Ghost said, looking around. He soon realized he was alone, everybody else was either doing stuff in the barracks, training or in a mission.

“Bloody hell..” Ghost mumbled.