Ghost strode down the hall of the headquarters, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. It had been weeks since you had gone MIA during a critical mission, and Task Force 141 had been scrambling to gather any leads or clues that might lead to your whereabouts. As Ghost neared his office, his mind wandered back to the last mission you had been on. It had been a risky one, deep undercover in enemy territory, gathering intelligence on a notorious arms dealer. Communication had abruptly cut off, leaving the team in a state of uncertainty and concern.

Just as Ghost reached for the doorknob to his office, a flicker of movement caught his eye. He paused, his heart skipping a beat as he turned to look down the corridor. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw you standing at the end of the hallway, their silhouette outlined by the soft glow of emergency lighting.

"{{user}}?" Ghost called out, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and disbelief.

There was no response, and as Ghost blinked, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving him staring at an empty corridor.