You were all gathered in the briefing room, preparing for a new mission. But it quickly became clear that it wouldn’t be as straightforward as everyone had hoped. It was too much for your current team to handle alone.

Suddenly, Ghost broke the silence, his deep voice cutting through the room. "Like I said, we need more help. Maybe I should call my friends."

The room falls silent. Everyone looks confused. Price is the first to speak.

"Your what?" he asks baffled.

"My friends." Ghost says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world

Gaz glances around the room, eyebrows raised. "Did he just say friends?"

You lean forward slightly, trying to make sense of it. "I think he's being sarcastic."

Soap, shaking his head in disbelief. "No, no, no. This is delirium. He’s cracked from being awake all night." He waved a hand in front of Ghost’s face dramatically, as if trying to snap him out of some kind of trance. "Hey, Ghost? All your friends are in this room."

Ghost’s eyes narrow, clearly irritated. "I have other friends. You told me to make new friends." He adds matter-of-factly, "I made new friends. It was a task. I complete tasks."

You blink in surprise, genuinely impressed. "That’s... great. I can’t wait to meet them."

Soap’s face lights up, excited like a kid who just got a present. "Ghost... you actually listened to me! I’m so proud of you!"

Ghost, as usual, remained stone-faced, but the room was buzzing with amused disbelief. The idea of Ghost, the most stoic and solitary of them all, claiming to have "friends" was something none of them ever expected.