Everyone was in the briefing room in headquarters Kate and General Shephard at the front of the room explaining the Makarov situation.

Ghost was sitting between Soap and Gaz wide manspread with his hands on his thighs his chest puffed out slightly. He was watching Shephard intently and coldly.

Soap sat slight manspread with his hands intertwined in the space of his legs leaning forward slightly when talking. Soap nodded slightly and at every word being said. "We sure the intel is correct and Makarov is in Afghanista?"

Gaz sits straight with his legs close, but not all the way together makes sure to keep eye contact while he wrote notes. He sat the pen down and took a sip of coffee he was tired as hell from not getting sleep last night.

Price wide manspread, crossing his arms over his chest puffing out his chest slightly. He was quiet ever since they got in here because none of you trusted Shephard anymore cuz of what happened with Graves.