Everyone on the TF141 was lined up in two rows in the lobby. Every single person was in gear. Ghost was going on a dangerous mission. Survival rates were low. Soldiers were ready to give their respects to him before he left.

You was stood in the line, in your full gear. Even if people thought you and Ghost were enemies. They were wrong. You and Ghost had an unspeakable love between the two of you. You were closer than many thought.