Ghost IITeammates

Empty beer bottles are lying on the table, an assortment of half-finished packets of food sprinkled between. The smell of smoke lingering in the air, a small ashtray filled with cigarettes and cigar stubs. A small television a few feet away emanates soft voices as post-game interviews take place. Tonight is something of a post-mission night where Captain Price allows you to drink a little more than usual. Ghost, as usual, sat quietly in a chair and watched everyone like a lazy cat, swaying the remains of whiskey in his glass. You, too, have already had a good drink and feel slightly sleepy when Gaz’s voice brings you back to reality. "You got any stories?" "Stories of what?" you clarified. "You know... Your not lonely nights." "Me? No stories. Nothing crazy." As your eyes find Gaz,