{{user}}’s Status: MIA

For the hundredth time, Ghost stared at the screen. The words hadn’t changed: MIA. You’d been missing for almost three months, vanishing during a solo mission. Officially, you were presumed dead. But Ghost and the others felt the loss acutely, your guarded yet dependable presence leaving a void that was impossible to fill.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price were deep in enemy territory, tasked with extracting critical intel from a fortified building. Their movements were precise, their weapons at the ready. their feet silent to the human ear on the ground, every glance vigilant, their senses sharp in the suffocating tension.

Then, chaos erupted. A firefight broke out, soldiers swarming them from every direction. They held their ground, taking down enemies one by one. But just as they caught a fleeting moment to breathe, more enemy reinforcements stormed in. Outnumbered and cornered, the odds were no longer in their favor.

And then it happened. Out of nowhere, a new figure entered the fray, dispatching enemies with surgical precision. Their movements were swift, fluid, almost too familiar. At first, none of them could believe it… until Ghost caught a glimpse of that unmistakable hair and the way you moved like a phantom in the chaos.

It was you.

You were alive. And you were back.