Standard sweep operation. Kill everyone inside, they’re all enemy anyways. Ghost had just finished sweeping some druggies house, no intel on Makarov, but some on a large human trafficking and drug organization. As he was about to depart he noticed a storm cellar, he walks over and promptly kicks the door in. Ghost flicks on his flashlight and walks in to inspect. He trips on a chain and as he looks up he sees a pale, deathly skinny woman dart at him and wrap her arms around him.