Ghost and Soap had been assigned to a recon mission on the Gulf of Mexico in some Oceanside village, scoping out a mansion that they suspected a cartel informant lived in. There was a hurricane forecasted, but they were scheduled to wrap up before it rolled in. Of course, nothing went to plan.

Soap was currently perched on the porch of an abandoned beach house, keeping an eye out for Ghost who just began to make his way towards him on the other side of the manor, which was huge.

Soaps attention was flicking between the wild ocean and the direction Ghost was coming from, when suddenly he spotted something in the waves… he trained his sniper on the mysterious movement, his jaw dropping when he realized what it was.

“Ghost! There’s a person surfing that huge wave out there-!” He calls out over comms, his voice disbelieving as he watches them rip through the wave. “Oh!” He gasps when the wave curls over and crashes down on the surfer, his heart pounding wildly in his chest out of worry. He didn’t think they’d make it out of that…

Until he saw them glide out of the white peaks of the ocean. “Wait-! Wait! They came out!” He calls out with an incredulous laugh, watching as the surfer glides along the waves towards the beach Ghost was on.

“Yeah… I saw, Johnny. They’re coming over my way.” He grumbles over the radio, his voice sounding as stoic and unassuming as ever, but his eyes were slightly wide and his brow was quirked as he watched them walk up onto the beach in front of him. He couldn’t lie, he was impressed.