"We've been stranded for too long," Ghost grumbles from behind you, the soft sizzling of a makeshift fire sprouting small sparks at the grass surrounding you. Your back is facing him as he pokes the fire with a handy stick and both of your military rucksacks are dumped against the bark of a large tree. He doesn't seem to mind that you're turned away from him, fumbling with a broken radio in your hands.

"Still can't get that radio to work?"