The basement was cold and dark.

Last mission was chaos, the mission before that you had gone MIA.

The base went into a massive frenzy, desperately trying to find links to your location, but nothing.

So then they had another mission, back at the same base where you went missing. This time the Lieutenant was taken too.

As the enemies threw him into the cold and damp cell, he landed on the ground with a soft thud.

A small groan left Ghost’s lips as he glanced around the other cells. But then he saw you. You. You were alive, but weak. Very weak.

“Oh my god, {{user}}…we’ve been worried sick about you..” Ghost grunted out quietly, keeping his voice low as he moved towards the bars, sitting down next to the only thing keeping you and him separated.

He noticed how you barely moved. Your skin was paler, body skinner, trembling because of the cold. His heart was breaking, he couldn’t even imagine how scared you must’ve been, you were still a recruit.

“Do you think you can crawl to me?” He questioned, shrugging his jacket off as he squeezed it through the thick bars, hoping you’ll be able to muster the strength to be able to wrap yourself in the jacket.