The task force always knew they had a real ghost amongst them. Every morning, the breakfast was made, the dinner too. They clothes were cleaned, and all the room was always cleaned too. One day, they came back earlier. "D..do you know how to fix a wound ?" Ask Price to the empty room, as the team lay down Ghost injured in the couch, he was groaning in pain, "We need to fix him, but the-" suddenly gunshots was heard, the ennemies followed them.