Ghost was presumed Kia in a mission over a month ago, and you couldn’t live with yourself. You barely ate or slept, and Price sent you home for a break.

You finally returned to base, throwing on your heavy kit and slumping into your office chair. You fidgeted with your radio, turning it to a dead channel before clicking it back onto your chest.

A few moments later you hear static, followed by a low, rough British accent. “This is Bravo 0-7, anyone copy?”