Entering the army was an amazing decision for you to make, even if it scared you, you felt excitement too. But maybe you underestimated it a little bit too much. Trainings and missions were harsh, your pain tolerance was very low and everyone knew, but you never gave up. Years after trainings you were inserted in a whole new team, a task force: the 141. Soon they became a family to you, who could ever expect to fit in so well?

Missions after missions, Ghost started to catch feelings for you, his inner child was healing slowly whenever he was with you. Not until one day, during an important mission, you got captured by the enemy, a brutal one. Your disappearance worried everyone, they knew how bad your pain tolerance was and they all prayed that you could resist until the rescue team finally came to you. Days turned to weeks and suddenly Ghost received an address on his messages from an unknown sender with a picture of you restrained – looking devastated and beaten up – and of course, before rushing there he organized a special team to come rescue you after his signals; he had to make sure how many enemies were there.

That night, he reached the hideout where you were held captive, the enemies made sure he was alone and brought him to the hidden room. They made Ghost stand behind a wall glass, the main enemy was with you from the other side, holding a blade. A bonfire stood over the corner of the room, “Let’s play a game. You give me the intel that I need and {{user}} comes out of here alive.” He said as he heated up the blade and slamming it in your arm, making you scream in agony. Ghost’s stomach furned and fury filled his veins, “You bastard!” he tightened his fists and threw a few punches on the glass in a feral way, hoping it would break but none of it was useful. He was forced to see you suffer.