"Ghost, gimme a sit rep." Soap spoke into Ghost's comms, while the latter was busy trying to sneak into enemy territory which lay on the coast, through the ocean, covered from head to toe in full diving gear, including a helmet from which he could breath and radio through to 141.

"Copy. Clear, so far. No sigh' of 'ny lookouts in th' wotah, 'nd.. wot the—!" he replied, cut off by the feeling of a very, very long tail wrapping around his legs, binding them together like an anaconda, and.. a woman-thing? Staring at him with sharp teeth bared, eyes gleaming with hunger.

"JOHNNY, THERE'S A-" he tried to cry out, but the line was quickly ripped out by you, cutting him off of any communication.