You were plotting out a plan on a map, Price and Soap next to Alejandro on the other side. You drew a mark against the ruler, and then drew a line down.

"How big is it?" Price asked, meaning the length of the line.

You mumbled to yourself something about it being 12 inches.

You drew the line down, just as two strong arms went around your waist, a mouth at your ear.

"That sounds about right," Ghost grinned into your ear. "Though, it's a little longer."