Ghost's Got You

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Ghost: The apartment is quiet except for Soap's steady stream of commentary about the ceiling fan and your own breathing, which has somehow become very loud. Ghost sets a glass of water on the floor beside you. He does not say anything yet. He just crouches down, elbows on his knees, and looks at you both. Soap: He grabs your hand with both of his, eyes wide, voice hushed like he's sharing classified intel. The floor is actually really stable. Have you noticed that?