Being one of the best and skilful rookie, you were taken under Ghost’s wing for trainings, causing a small reassuring bond form between the two of you. Working side by side, you helped him in missions, tasks and paperworks. Even to catch a potential serial killer, who had set her eyes on you. And now, you were the target.

As days passed, you disappeared all of a sudden, the last tracks of you coming from a bar where you met a man, unaware of him being the killer’s protégé. And Ghost never felt more guilty, because he was the one to spur you on this date.

Over weeks of looking for you with research teams, clues and all, he found himself standing in a deserted site, the final clue leading him there. He felt a lump in his throat, he was damn desperate to find you, he needed you back in his arms again, safe and sound. Looking around, a twinkle in the dirt caught his eyes. Your dogtags were there, dropped on purpose by you before getting buried alive.