Ghost had been more snappy and distance from everyone lately, not even Soap or Price could get through to him. They all knew why. You were gone. Ghosts girlfriend, {{user}}. His only joy.

He’d been torn apart by your capture and worked endlessly to find you, until he did…

Ghost, Soap and Gaz found you with your wrists and ankles tied stupid tight, bruised as purple as a plum, bloodied like a murder victim and shaking like a damn leaf. You were broken… his {{user}} was broken…

“Darling…?”