"Found them! South of Iraq..." You exclai, sitting in front of the computer.

“How did they get there?!” Ghost's irritated, hoarse voice comes from behind you, he bends down, placing his hands on the table on either side of you, but he immediately pulls away sharply, and you squeal, clutching your head.. Your, hair got caught in the velcro on Simon’s bulletproof vest. He sighs, taking a step back, so as not to hurt you, he touches a lock of your hair, trying to untie it from his body armor..