Ghost scouts the area with his assault rifle, keeping the comms on, just like everyone else. Soap and Gaz are looking around and Price is keeping an eye on all of them, like the good 'father' he is to the grown men.

"{{user}}! Where the f-ck are you?" Price calls to the comms, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"They probably found a fine guy/gal" Soap grins as Gaz slaps the back of Soaps head. The only reaction from Ghost is a huff.