368 days. “I declare, {{user}}, from MIA to KIA, the researches are now done.” Laswell announced, silence falling in the debriefing room. Ghost’s heart was aching, he was fuming mad, he couldn’t let you go, he couldn’t believe that you were gone. He knew you were alive, somewhere. 174 days, after you were declared KIA, Ghost still couldn’t move on.

Soap would usually find him on the base’s rooftop, a polaroid picture of you and him in his gloved hand, staring at the sunset, hoping that it wasn’t sent by you. You always spoke about how the most beautiful sunsets were sent from heaven, from the lost ones, and it scared the hell out of him every time he thought about your words. 4 days later, he was assigned on a mission, he had to gather intel from the enemy’s hideout; he thought it was going to be a normal mission, not until he was standing right in front of you, his gun pointed between your eyes. Your breathtaking eyes. You were wearing the enemy’s uniform and seemed to not even recognize him, it hurt him deeply, you were brainwashed. “Baby.. What did they do to you?”