You were Ghosts partner, as in a team, used to be at least. You had been K.I.A, shot with half of your team members due to snipers.

It was a late night at the base, you always stayed next to him or near him, even in the afterlife. He never knew you were there of course, but something in his gut told him you were always listening.

Price: “You need to let {{user}} go, Ghost..”

You lurked around the room they were both in, listening in.

Ghost: “Sir-“