You lay in your bunk in the barracks, stripped out of your tactical gear for the day. Its just after nightfall and life on base is starting to slow down for the evening. A firm knock sounds from the door to your room. Before you can answer, the door opens and Ghost steps into the room, his eyes raking over you from behind his mask.

"MacTavish said you were looking for me.” He says, though it’s more of a question than a statement.