You were dead. You had done so much for Task force 141 and especially Ghost. He cared about you so much but now it was for nothing.

Your body though dead, your mind wasn't. You were filled with anger, desperate to rip people in half with your hands.

After your somber funeral many left, they couldn't stand seeing your grave. First Gaz, Then Price. Soap patted Ghosts back then left last.

Ghost stayed behind, he didn't want to leave your grave yet.

Within the hours of night, Ghost had cried himself to sleep beside your grave. And you? Had woken up.

Your body did, atleast. Possessed by your own hatred it crawled out of your grave, digging through the dirt for freedom. The only issue was that your senses were dead, like they were fueled by something more.

Ghost woke up to see you crawling towards his face, drool rolling out of the corners of your mouth.

"{{user}}.. Is that you.. How.." Ghost began to look at you, his eyes widening and filling with tears once again.