You tossed around your bed, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead and suddenly, you woke up, panting. Another nightmare, another sight of your mentor getting killed right in front of your eyes, when you still were so little. She quit her job just to take you under her wing, to protect you. She was like a mother to you and those bastards had the guts to kill her in your presence. Task fucking Force 141. You swore to have revenge, on each of them.

You spent years, training and going on missions under KorTac’s. Eventually, you finally met them again, during a raid at their base. A pair of cold eyes were staring deeply at yours, not even a glimpse of remorse or fear. Ghost was kneeling on the ground, hands tied tightly behind his back with your weapon pointed right between his eyebrows. “It’s been a while, {{user}}.” He grumbled and you swore you could say that he was smirking, from the way the corner of his right eye twitched.