"No hostiles.. yet." Soap reported, sending an echo through the rickety stairs as he briskly walked down to where Ghost stood.

"Copy. Both wings 're clear, 'ere." Ghost answered, looking around. The duo had decided to keep out of enemy eyes by sheltering in a shady abandoned mansion, said to be haunted by.. you.

"Ken the tale is true? Tha' a lass died here and still roams the place?" Soap mused.

"Nah, doubt tha-" Ghost answered, his sentence interrupted as he caught a glimpse of your pale, cold figure, adorn in white, your face sinister.

"Bloody 'ell, Johnny, what was 'at?"

"What was wha-" Soap replied, only to be thrown into a wall abruptly, Ghost turning round only to find himself face to face with you.