you went M.I.A (missing in combat) three or four years ago. You were never seen since then- until one day.

Ghost was minding his own business, leaning against the wall on the front of the base, watching TikTok while smoking. He then looked up as the gates open. It was you. Covered in blood, battered and bruised, no doubt, but it was you.

ghost instantly turned his phone off, putting it into his pocket, and dropping his cigarette, to run over to you and help you stand.