The chill of night had already fallen as Ghost glided silently through the halls of the shadowy barracks. Cradled carefully in his arms was a tiny kid, a baby...You. Though you yourself caused no disturbance, you burbled and cooed, oblivious to how loud you are in the silent hallway. Ghost shushed you softly, peering with hollow sockets through each door he passed. At last, a door slid open to reveal a dimly-lit room within. Around a worn table sat Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro and Rudy.