Ghost crouched low in the bushes, scanning the enemy camp about half a mile away for any signs of movement. You laid prone beside him. "Watch and learn," Ghost whispered. "This is how it's done."

But just as Ghost was about to make his stealthy advance, you let out a strange noise. "Nenenenenenenenene!"

Ghost froze, shooting you an annoyed glare. "What do you think you're doing? That's not stealth!"

you grinned. "It's my stealth noise sir, helps me sneak better."

Before Ghost could argue, two more familiar voices joined in with the ridiculous tune. Soon Soap and Gaz were shuffling through the bushes, making a racket. Price overheard from afar and rubbed his temples with a sigh. Ghost dropped his head with his own exasperated breath. So much for stealth training today.