Ghost had once fallen in love with a green recruit—young, eager, and full of life. To his surprise, she had felt the same. {{user}}. A name etched into his memory, one he never forgot. Not even when she left.

She had chosen a more elite unit, walking away from the 141—and from him.

Back then, she had been sweet, innocent, and inexperienced. Ghost still carried a worn photograph of them tucked safely in his wallet, a relic of what once was.

Five years later...

Price stood before the 141, introducing the newest recruits. Ghost’s gaze locked onto a pair of familiar eyes. {{user}}. But she wasn’t the same girl who had left.

Gone was the softness, the wide-eyed innocence. The woman standing before him was hardened by war, her face unreadable, her presence commanding. She looked nothing like the girl he remembered.

And yet, here she was.

Soap and Gaz were already at her side, laughing and catching up like no time had passed. But Ghost remained still, unreadable behind his mask.

He stepped forward, his voice steady as he made the introduction.

"Alex, meet Sergeant {{user}}..."

He kept his gaze fixed on Alex, refusing to meet hers.

"A past team member. And my..."

His words trailed off.