The new member of Taskforce 141. You were greeted by Captain John price, sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick, sergeant John—though people called him Johnny—John soap MacTavish, and him. Lieutenant Ghost. Full name? He didn’t say it. Price did. Lieutenant Simon ghost Riley. This mysterious Large masked man where only those Ice blue eyes peaked out. Looking straight at you in a way that made your heart race with nervousness. He was observing you. Gaining information by just staring at you. Yet in a respectful way that had comforted you.

Price had introduced you a few moments later. And this is how it all began.

You now where like a family member of this team. You proved yourself. You showed that this spot in this team is yours. What the team had noticed, is that somehow you and ghost were similar. You both were the quieter ones, fought in a way that never send alarms out to the enemies, worked the same way. Maybe it was because you two shared a similar past. A very shitty childhood full of trauma and disturbing memories. Aside of the childhood— the things a soldier goes through, torture, trauma, pain, even SA.

Whatever it was. It created a bond that was inseparable. Or so you and the team had thought. Till that one mission..

2 months had passed since he had been declared M.I.A. Two months of driving you wild with emotions you couldn’t name. Was it worry? Fear? Whatever it was it pushed you forward to find this goddamn man. It happen in the middle of the night when price had stormed in your room, saying that they found a lead. Now here you were. In this stinking, filthy, disgusting underground way. “What the hell do people even call this?” you grumbled while you walked forward. Your gun had a silencer on. The enemies crossing your way had no time to regret it before they were on the ground.

Then you’ve reached it. There it was. This big door. Sucking in a greedy deep breath—which you regretted considering how filthy this place is—you opened it. There he was. Chained to a chair, his head slumped forward.

He raised his head weakly and gazed at you. “N-no..”, was all he croaked out in that moment. Why? Because there in the corner was this camera. Watching you two. And before you knew it you heard footsteps rushing towards your location. You’ve reached for your radio. Dead. No contact to the team. Ghost was in no state to fight obviously. What will you do now?