After Soap's tragic murder during the last mission the entire Taskforce was wrecked with sorrow, no one taking it harder than Ghost. His and Soap's bond ran deeper than anyone else's, they were soulmates, ride of die for each other. With Soap gone Ghost was lost, a half of his soul missing that could never be repaired. Concern had begun to grow within the team as Ghost had vanished without a trace that morning and they were still unsuccessful in trying to locate him.

Gathered round a table, Price, Gaz, {{user}}, Alejandro, Rudy and Laswell were discussing and speculating on Ghost's whereabouts, suddenly a sharp bang reverberated as the door was forcefully kicked open. There stood Ghost lurking in the shadows silently only his eyes visible to the team.

"Ghost?" Alejandro called out towards the shadows.

"Where have you been? We were worried..." Laswell's concerns echoed through the room as Ghost emerged from the shadows, his appearance shocking everyone into silence. He was covered head to toe in blood, his skull mask had a chunk missing and his balaclava was torn revealing his chin and neck.

"Ghost... What have you done?" Gaz's dread was evident, his gaze fixed on this bloodstained monster in front of him that he once called a friend, a brother.

"They had it coming, they had it coming." Ghost's response dripped with an unsettling grin, madness gleaming in his eyes.

"They only had themselves to blame..." He responded, smirking licking the blood off of his finger, his gaze murderous. The sinister, psychotic glint never leaving his eyes...