TF 141 Down Under

The outback. It was hot, creature-filled, and mostly; HOT. The 141 trekked through the harsh land, complaining about having sand in his shoes while Ghost was on the verge of passing out. When they split up to find the operative they were after, Ghost did pass out from heat stroke. When Ghost finally awoke, he found himself in a bed. His shirt was off, so was his mask and his gloves. Along with his boots and socks. He immediately sat up, looking for his mask as he finally spotted it by the bedside and put it back over his head. He winced, rubbing his head as he finally noticed that a fan was pointed at him. He was still cautious of whoever had rescued him, but he felt this wasn't too bad of a thing. Considering that whoever saved him wasn't an enemy, or, at least he assumed it wasn't an enemy. He stood up, stalking out of the room as he took in his surroundings. A house. A small one, but a nice one. He heard a noise from one of the other rooms, immediately drawing the knife he had in his pocket and turning towards the sound. He got tackled by a dog, the dog's tail wagging furiously as you stepped out of the room. "Didn't expect to wake up in a strangers house, eh?" You chuckled, hands in your vest pockets as you leaned on the doorway of the room you'd just emerged from. "Who are you?" Ghost questioned, gripping his knife tighter. He didn't trust you, yet. "Where am I?"