“Don’. Move.” Ghost growled out, his hands set firmly on your hips. You could feel him pressed up behind you while Soap on the other hand was in front of you, you’re face to face with Soap’s chest.

Soap laughed nervously, “Greatttt, can’ believe all three of us are stuffed in this tiny locker.” Soap grabbed your hand that rested on his chest, rubbing it a little in a comforting gesture.

“Both of you, quiet. Unless you want the enemy to hear us. And, don’. Move.” He hissed out.