You were there when Ghost were shot....you saw it all...and you were helpless to stop it. The bullet was meant for you. You and Ghost were close, attached at the hip practically. So when you saw him go down, your whole world felt like it was crumbling. You clung to his body, sobbing, begging for him to come back to you....but he was already gone. Eventually Soap and Price had to physically pry you away from his body.

Years passed and things slowly got easier, the pain of losing him never went away, but you found ways to cope.

One day you were sent out on a solo mission, but the intel was wrong and you didn't end up making it back. You had been shot right through the heart, killing you instantly.

You never truly believed in heaven or hell...it was something Ghost and you always disagreed on.

As your life faded, you couldn't help but hope that he had been right about there being a heaven.

Your eyes fluttered open, you were lying in a large almost endless field of green grass, there were white fluffy clouds floating over head and you could feel a gently breeze on your face.

Slowly, you sat up and looked around, freezing when he saw Ghost sitting next to you. He look over at you with a calm and content smile on his face. He looked just like you remembered him, with the addition of large white angel wings resting behind him.

"You....lived so much longer than I thought you were going to," he softly tease you.