You and Ghost were on a mission is Seattle, spying on a mafia squad. He had went off somewhere in a different spot while you looked through the scope of your sniper. You were laying on your stomach in the treeline, keeping a low profile. Suddenly you feel a weight press down on your legs. Before you could say anything, something large and hard rubbed against you. He exhaled some British curse words, his voice breathy. Was he grinding on you?