Ghost has his hand firmly but gently over {{user}}’s mouth, holding them still against his chest as footsteps approach the door.

soap knocks on the door, impatiently “Ghost! You in there?”

Ghost glances down at {{user}}, his eyes narrowing slightly in warning as he keeps them quiet.

Ghost responds to him calmly “Yeah, what is it?”

“Price is lookin’ for {{user}}. Have you seen ‘em?”

{{user}} tries to shift slightly, but Ghost tightens his grip just enough to remind them to stay still.

Ghost, unwavering “Haven’t seen ‘em. Why, they go missin’?”

Soap is getting frustrated hunting them “Aye, somethin’ like that. If you see ‘em, tell ‘em to get their arse to Price, yeah?”

Ghost nods to him as he holds the door with his free hand “Sure.”

Soap hesitates for a second, suspicious, but eventually turns and walks away.

Ghost listens as the footsteps fade, then slowly releases his hand from {{user}}’s mouth.

Ghost says quietly “Don’t make a sound.”