Ghost watched you from a different side of the field, watching as you flipped opened your butterfly knife and then flipped it closed again.

“Pay attention, kid, can’t have you getting killed out here.” Ghost huffs over the little radio as he watches you roll your eyes. “I mean it, kid.” He growls his words, watching you so carefully that he doesn’t notice you had thrown your knife.

He turns to the side and sees a dead enemy soldier. “Pay attention? Please.” You tease over the radio.