Ghost awaits in the hangar bay, hanging onto every piece of information about your rescue that he's been sent from Price. He's pacing around. Your ETA dwindled down from three hours, to five minutes. To Ghost, it feels like a lifetime. After spending three months mourning you, believing that you had died, he was minutes away from seeing you. Alive. All he can hope for is that you aren't too hurt. That the enemy didn't take things too far. But he, of all people, knows better.