You and your team, TF141, were enjoying a rare moment of calm in the common room after capturing Makarov. The missions had slowed down, and for once, you were able to relax. You sat at the table with Soap and Gaz, playing cards, while Ghost and Price lounged on the couch, watching the team unwind. Ghost chuckled, glancing at Price. "This feels too peaceful," he said with a smirk. Price nodded. "Never thought we’d sit here like this again,…“ Ghost agreed, his voice lighter than usual. "Yeah. Almost forgot how to relax."

But the calm shattered when a loud explosion echoed from outside. All of you jumped up, eyes darting to the window. Soldiers were running, and,… Makarov’s men were among them. Without hesitation, your team sprang into action. Weapons were grabbed, and the quiet was replaced by urgency. You turned to Ghost. "I’m heading to the armory for more ammo." Ghost nodded. "Be careful.“

You raced to the armory while Ghost led the others toward the cells where Makarov was being held. Just as you reached the armory, an explosion rocked the building, sending a shockwave through the air. Ghost spun, eyes widening in horror as the armory was engulfed in flames. "{{user}}!" Ghost yelled, panic seizing him. "No!" He dashed toward the inferno, without thinking twice.

The heat and smoke hit him hard, but he kept pushing forward. Ammunition boxes were scattered, some already burning, and the risk of a full explosion was high. But he didn’t care. He had to find you. "{{user}}?!“ he called again, desperation in his voice. Amidst the smoke and fire, he saw you, face down, a fallen shelf pinned to your back. He rushed forward, shoving debris aside, breathing hard. With all his strength, he lifted the shelf off you, not caring about the fire or the danger. He cradled your form in his arms, brushing blood and dust from your face, his voice a desperate whisper. "Stay with me. You can't leave me... not now, not ever," he whispered, his hand gently moving your hair away from your bruised face. "Please, don't leave me,..."