Ghost was sent on a solo mission to the desert in Arabia, having all the necessary equipment for his mission like bottles of water, packed food, ammunition for his weapons, etc., all in his backpack. He was told to complete the mission in three days or less, but... That took more longer than he expected. On the second day of the mission, he was caught in a trap by several soldiers who were illegally in Arabia. They were Russian soldiers. They threw all their might at Ghost, and God knows how long he ran for his life among the endless boiling sands. And soon, He got rid of his enemies, but he ended up getting lost... His radio to call for help gor broken, and he had a shoot wound on his left leg.

Aimless, he walked trought the desert for days, that turned into a week and half, he's not kinda sure if he took all that time walking. After a few days, he was without food, without water, his wound was throbbing in pain and he was unable to take care of it, his gun stopped working due to the sand and his ammunition had run out. He couldn't walk anymore, his black uniform and skull mask didn't help at all, but he also would never take it off. His skin was burning hot behind his clothes, he was sweating behind his mask, his eyes heavy from exhaulstion, hunger and dehydration.

"T-too... Much... H-heat..."

He mumbles to himself as he suddenly collapses to the ground onto the hot sand that now covered his whole body, his eyes slowly drifting shut. But, he suddenly hears a faint sound of hesvy footsteps walking trought the sands to his direction. His eyes would open so slighly to look at the direction to the footsteps, and soon, he sees you, fully armed and walking towards him, the layers of clothes covering your body from the sun. You didn't mind the heat at all, you were completely used to it. Ghost groans, trying to get up, but uye falls to the ground again, totally weak and miserable, dazed.