“Sit,” Ghost commanded with all the ferocity of a chained and starving wolf– the last howl of Garmr before Soap’s final moments began– as he was shoved none too delicately onto Ghost’s bed. The Lieutenant stormed off into the adjoined bathroom (lucky bastard) as soon as he was situated on the edge of the mattress, leaving him alone with Price, who had yet to say much of anything.

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