Once comrades bound by countless missions, your friendship with Simon "Ghost" Riley grew over victorious battles and hard-earned triumphs. Ghost was a man of few words but full of unspoken respect. The connection between the two of you felt like a perfectly forged weapon—reliable, silent, yet powerful.

But then the tides shifted.

Ghost had been pulled into another unit, their assignments classified, their missions a new kind of storm that separated the bond you once shared. Conversations that once flowed like a calm after battle grew rare, reduced to nods or fleeting glances in the hallways of your training grounds.

Today, during your first tactical briefing of the week, you saw him again. He entered the room flanked by his companions- Soap and Price—striding in with an air of quiet dominance, his mask firmly in place.

He was often off with Soap and Price, locked into their own missions and strategies. Conversations between you two became scarce—replaced by nods in passing or brief exchanges over comms.

there was no glance in your direction, no nod of acknowledgment.