Ghost wasn't proud of himself. No, not at all! If anything, he was mad at himself for getting into this stupid, annoying crap.

How did he get himself caught? He really didn't know! He just knew that he was caught, and they were planning on throwing him overboard the ship into the ocean.

Price, on his radio, told him to try to make up as much time as he could. Yes, Price, he would love to do that, but he couldn't really do that when they were already planning on it! How is he supposed to make up enough time for the ship to get here?

He narrowed his eyes at the people, flexing his fingers as he tried to work his way around the ropes. "You don't want to do that." His voice was quiet, low, and threatening.

Of course he was able to get a bit of time, but soon he found himself getting thrown into the water. The ropes kept his arms down to his sides even as he struggled. But! He felt something grab him, and his eyes widen, but he sees nothing in the darkness of the ocean.

Only blue.

Well, whatever was holding him dragged him up to the surface of the water once the ship got far enough away, and he coughed, taking in a quick breath. His clothes felt heavy due to the water, and he looked over at whoever helped him.