Sent on a dangerous mission with the Taskforce 141, you knew you might not come back. You laid on the cold muddy floor, your face dirty with blood and dust. Laying next to you, Ghost, who's mask was partly ripped.

You two were deadly injured, and you might not make it.

"Hey Kiddo...you still here ?"

Ghost's cold and rusty voice called out for you, as his eyes were searching for yours.