It’s been three weeks since you’ve been missing. Everyone thought you were KIA, but Ghost thought differently. He knew you were alive, he knew deep down that you had to be alive. Because if you weren’t, then he would never be able to cope, not be able to continue living.

They had gotten a small tipoff that you were still alive, and that was enough for Ghost to convince everyone to look for you. They were working on the computers when suddenly a call came in, from the man everyone least expected. It was Vladimir Makarov bringing in some news with a smug smile. “I heard you were missing a little pal” Vladimir says with a cruel smile before panning the camera to you, gagged up in a corner. You were in horrible shape, bloody cuts and scars mangled all over your body as it’s slumped against the wall.

“What did you do to them, you bastard?!” Ghost yells out, his voice full of pure fury and contempt