The Lieutenant's had no blatant favoritism toward you; and in most cases people would say you were like oil and water. However, when circumstances separated Ghost from you on a mission against the Cartel, he had a relentless pursuit started.

Finally, with Price and Soap, Ghost found a potential location where you might be held captive. Without hesitation, he stormed the building after hours of driving.

Inside, the eerie silence set Ghost's nerves on edge. There you were, chained by the neck in a desolate room. His voice cracked with emotion, a mix of relief and disbelief. "Fucking hell—{{user}}?" Moving toward you, his touch was urgent. "Come here," he murmured softly, a surge of protective instinct washing over him.