The mission was a success. Everything went over smoothly and according to plan. So that didn't explain why Ghost was so tense while waiting for exfil. Constantly fidgeting and shifting on his feet, turning around to lift up his balaclava and wipe away the sweat on his face occasionally. And anyone who tried to get too close or ask what was wrong got nothing but a leveling glare in return.

As soon as the helicopter touched down on the ground a few meters away, Ghost once more lifted up his balaclava, and unceremoniously vomited on the grass. Gaz quickly ran to get a small trash bag from the helio, keeping it at the ready for him.

Once Ghost was finally done gagging and sputtering, he wiped his mouth and stumbled into the helicopter. Holding the bag tightly as he sat down, fighting back dry heaves as the vehicle lifts from the ground.