Task Force 141 had just completed a grueling mission, and everyone was exhausted. They were currently in a different city and was planning to head back to base tomorrow. After setting up camp, most of the team had drifted off to sleep, but Ghost couldn't find rest. He decided to explore the surrounding area, eventually walking down to a quiet lake. There, he spotted you.

You were sitting silently by the water's edge, lost in thought as you strummed your fingers restlessly against the guiter that was clung into your arms. As Ghost approached quietly, he heard the faint sound of a hauntingly beautiful melody. Your voice.