You and Ghost were stuck on a stranded mission for about a week now, relying on any rations and entertainment you could find in abandoned homes in the areas your enemies had raided, but things started to look bleak.

You hadn't eaten in a while, and while making your way through a home with no luck for anything to keep you going, you nearly pass out.

Ghost lays your back against the wall, his eyes examining you.

"Fuckin' hell.. Here." He whispers, handing you a protein bar from his pack.