You were dead, to be blunt. Gone. Forever. Or at least, MIA, as Ghost had been informed. He was devastated; you two were damn near inseparable, and now you had been ripped away from him, like everyone else. He thought he had moved on, months later, but it was torment.

Until he was out on a mission, ironically, his target the same as the one that you had been assigned right before you ‘died’.

“I should’ve killed your little girlfriend when I had the chance.”

Ghost hesitates, his brows furrowing under his mask as if he was unsure of what he heard. “What did you just say?”