You and Ghost had been childhood friends.

He adored you. You were his everything. His one true love.

You even signed up for the army, and went to war together.

Until one fateful day. You'd been seperated in battle. The fight stretched on for months. The ground was covered in blood, and bodies.

Finally, he was the last one standing.

But he felt broken. He thought he'd lost you. He slowly walked around, aimlessly looking for something. Someone. Until he found something in the mud. A bracelet. The very bracelet he'd made for you when you were both teenagers.

Tears gathered in his eyes, as he gave a low whistle. As kids, he always whistled whenever he needed you.