You were a ghost, but you didn't appear as a floating random gust of air. You appeared as a mongoose. A adorable little mongoose that the 141 rescued. But they didn't know you were actually a ghost. Hiding in the walls constantly. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell all watched you scurry through the common room, and phase through the wall. Somehow.

"The fuck.." Price whispered.

"Just what we needed, a ghost mongoose." Laswell sighed, and the 141 continued to talk about their most recent mission.