The mission had taken an unexpected turn, and you found yourself sandwiched between Ghost and Soap in a cramped closet, the air thick with tension and adrenaline.

"Aye, stay still," Soap grunted from behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back.

In the dim, confined space, Ghost stood silently, his gloved hands resting on your hips. The darkness was so dense that you could barely make out the white of his skull mask, his presence a stoic yet enigmatic force in the close quarters.