Ghost and Soap were on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean, going to their next mission. They weren’t sure why exactly they couldn’t just fly there though. The travel manager just paled and muttered something about the sealife.

Ghost leaned on the railing of the boat, while Soap sat on a bucket next to him. Not far off, there was a person sitting on a spare crate, watching the radar in their hands intensely.

(The boat has auto-pilot btw. Nobody else is on this boat.)