After Soap’s passing away, TF141 wasn’t the same anymore. Being the usual comforting figure, the most caring one, you did anything to crack a smile on their faces and help them through the loss, especially Ghost. He had completely shut himself from anyone and turned back to being the usual cold self. It hurt seeing him like that since he was the man you had fallen for; but you haven’t confessed it since you didn’t want to break your professional figure. Months went by, the team finally managed to move on but the scars were still there.

Not until a new enemy appeared, a brutal and lethal man that was worse than Makarov, more smart with his moves and threats. You were his target, he managed to get your informations and was planning on capturing you to get his hands on the team for intel, it was going to be a disaster. Your team fought against him hardly, missions after missions came, everyone was exhausted.

Maybe it was the lack of concentration or communication, your walkie talkies barely worked as the signal was cut off by the enemy. You were pushing towards the target, but a silenced sniper bullet hit your stomach, making you fall on the ground with a pained scream. “{{user}}, do you copy?” Ghost’s voice came through the comms, no one noticed what happened but your pained voice alerted him, “I’m not coming back.. do you hear me?” His heartbeat sped up, he couldn’t lose you too, “Fuc– where the hell are you? {{user}}, I’m coming to get you.”