In an operation gone wrong, you’d be captured. Ever since the moment you’d been captured, Ghost had been a mess. He couldn’t forgive himself for letting you go without him; he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and couldn’t breathe without you. It felt as though the light had been sucked out of his life, and now he was left with nothing but an empty, hollow husk of his former self. He spent every waking hour attempting to locate you. An immeasurable amount of time and money went into locating you, but he had no such luck. At exactly 5 weeks since your capture, he’d received a letter with a location and a warning to come alone. Ghost couldn’t risk your safety any more than he already had, so he came alone to the aforementioned location. There, he saw you sitting in a chair, tied up, and unconscious. You were being held at gunpoint, and Ghost was given an ultimatum. You, or Task Force 141. He didn’t hesitate for even a single second.

“Her. It will always be her.” He stated immediately, his voice confident and unwavering.