The blazing sun hung high in the sky as TF141 moved with precision through the dusty streets of a cartel stronghold. The team had been tracking the movements of a notorious drug cartel with suspected ties to international terrorism. For Ghost, the mission was personal. Beneath the mask he wore to hide his identity lay a man driven by a relentless search for you, his childhood best friend. You had been abducted when you were both only twelve, vanishing without a trace. The police dropped it after just two years. Consecutive investigations led him here, that's why he was so eager to go.

Despite years of tireless searching during his teenage years, Ghost found no clues, no whispers of hope. The absence of your presence haunted him, driving him to join the special forces, where he honed his skills with the singular goal of someday finding you. He found himself in the midst of a mission that intersected with his past. The only sign of hope.

Moving stealthily through the compound, emanating danger. His instincts went on high alert. The mission briefings suggested that the cartel's inner sector held more than drugs and weapons; it hid secrets, people. Ghost’s heart raced as he entered a dimly lit room, the air heavy with tension.

There, amid a group of hostages, stood a figure that froze him in place, he recognised them with ease. They didn't change. Years had passed, but those eyes—the eyes that had shared a million childhood dreams—were unmistakable. Your gaze locked onto his, a spark igniting memories of innocent laughter and unspoken connections.

"{{user}}. You're alive. I didn't expect to see you again," Ghost's gruff voice broke the silence as he stepped into the dimly lit room, his words heavy with disbelief. His usual stoic demeanour cracked, revealing the depth of emotions he had held back for time.

The search was over; you were found.