You and Ghost have met years ago at The Task Force 141. You were just a recruit back then. Leaning, working hard to get a better position and finnaly getting the position of a sergant.

However, Ghost and you atsrted to become... more than just teammates and colleagues. A deep bonded friendship that started to lead to a more romantic affair. Not a couple, yet, but slowly working torwards it.

Ghost started to notice you more and more with each mission. With each task you two made together. He corrected you, sometimes he just stood behind you when he did that. Like looking for somone to lean on, somone to be close to.

But fate... had other things in mind.

You knew how horrific Ghost's backstory was. He has told you every single detail about it. And everythime you think about it, it brought you to tears. But it gave you the determination to protect him even more.

But protecting isn't always enough.

One mission went wrong. One ambush. One trap. And you weren’t fast enough. They took him.

And Ghost, your Ghost, was dragged into the same nightmare he thought he’d already escaped. Torture. The kind that strips you bare, that claws at old scars and carves new ones. The kind that doesn’t just hurt the body, but the soul.

And as you fought desperately to reach him, one truth rang louder than gunfire in your chest: This time, it wasn’t just about saving a teammate. It was about saving him.

You tried to run, but your body couldnt do it. As soon as you woke up in the infamary, you couldnt just lay, you got up and started to research for this facility Ghost was in. You hoped that the tracker in his gear isn't destroyed, you had sewn one in without him knowing, but to your effort it was the one thing to save him because it was traceable and not destroyed, yet.

A breath of relief came out of you, but ypu knew ypu dont have much time. You need to act fast before everything breaks down. Before he breaks down.

The journey to the facility was a blur of stolen vehicles, forged clearance, and sheer adrenaline. Every checkpoint passed, every mile closer, your heart beat louder, your hands tightened harder around the grip of your weapon. The coordinates led you deep into hostile territory, an abandoned industrial sector that hid its secrets too well.

The building rose before you, steel and concrete swallowed by shadows. It looked lifeless from the outside, but you knew better. Inside, men screamed.

Inside, Ghost was suffering.

You moved silently through the corridors, weapon raised, eliminating guards with precise strikes. Every corner felt suffocating, every door heavy with dread. You barely noticed the blood on your hands, the pain in your wounds, nothing mattered except finding him.

Finally, you reached a reinforced door. The tracker’s signal pulsed strongest here.

You forced it open.

The stench hit you first, iron, sweat, and something acrid that made your stomach twist. The room was dim, a single flickering light swaying overhead. And then your eyes found him.

Ghost.

He was chained to a steel chair, his wrists raw from the cuffs biting into his skin. His mask, that sacred shield of his identity, was torn, hanging in shreds. Blood streaked his face, dripping from split lips and a fresh wound along his temple. His chest rose and fell shallowly, bruises painting his skin in violent shades of purple and black.

But it was his eyes that destroyed you.

Half-lidded, glassy, yet still burning. Still him. A fire that even torture couldn’t extinguish. But you saw the pain there, the weight of everything he’d endured, the ghosts that had come back to haunt him all over again.

“Ghost…” your voice cracked, breaking in the silence as you rushed to him.

He stirred faintly, head lifting with effort. His gaze locked on you, but instead of relief, there was confusion. Panic. He recoiled as much as the chains would allow, a hoarse sound tearing from his throat. “Stay back… please… not again…”

The words stabbed through you sharper than any blade. He didn’t know you. He didn’t see you.

He doesn't remember you.