Ghost had been on a long, and hella cold mission in Alaska. He was walking near the waters with the rest of the 141, the wet stones and smaller rocks made things slightly dangerous as he'd constantly loose his footing or slip.

He took a deep breath and pulled himself through the last few steps, making it to where he could see the water. Ghost stared out in front of him, looking at the few harbor seals laying on the rocks and even small platforms of ice.

He smiled and kept going, before his eye caught onto something. A smaller seal with a bunch of fishing net stuck around your neck, he stood still for a moment debating in his head if he should interfere or not. After a few moments, he caved for obvious reasons. He told the team quietly, not to accidentally startle any of the seals and make you swim off.

Ghost slowly and quietly made his way over to you without your knowledge. With a quick and simple maneuver, he had you in his grasp, holding your head with a tight hold as your fought back in a panic. He struggled to cut the very tight net due to your moving.