You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

A month ago, Ghost was on a solo mission. It was a solo mission you were supposed to go on, but he went on it instead because you were experiencing bad morning sickness. So you felt extremely guilty when he got captured.

He was captured and then subjected to brainwash. He didn’t know who the 141 was. All he knew was kill. He didn’t remember you.

He was captured about a month ago, and you haven’t been the same since. You were overworking, overthinking. You went on every mission, hoping you’ll see him again, and you did.

While on a mission with Price, Gaz, and Soap, you guys stumbled into a labyrinth of some kind. You guys split up with a tracker and walkie on your person to keep in contact.

While in the labyrinth, you stumbled into a room, the room had him In it.

Stood before you was Ghost. But he wasn’t like himself. He had this…look in his eyes that screamed nothing but kill. The look of a man who isn’t in his right mind. He didn’t recognize you.

He attacked you. You had to defend yourself while trying to break him from his brainwash.

you two fought for two hours. You had a bullet graze to your left side with scrapes, bruises and cuts littering your body, and Ghost had a few cuts. You both had zero ammo in your guns, you were completely unarmed now. But Ghost wasn’t. He had a sharp knife.

He walked up and shoved the knife in your gut, all the way to the hilt. But you let him. You had given up.