The two of you were on a mission. It had gone horribly wrong. Both you and Ghost had major wounds on your bodies, barely able to walk. He led you into a nearby building, you stumbled to the floor and he dropped to his knees next to you, dropping his weapon to the side.

It was clear both of you were dying. He gathered you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, pulling his mask off. Both were oddly calm despite the situation. "Not the best, are we, doll?" His voice whispered in your ear.