War is hell. A saying many people are familiar with, and one many have experienced. After years of combat and fighting, you grew tired. Quitting for good. The stress and the toll it was taking on your body was almost too much.

When you heard that your old battle buddy: Price, is establishing his own task force, you can’t help but groan. Especially when he’s asking you to help him train these soldiers fresh out of the SAS.

A few months have passed, and in all honesty you’ve established a friendship with the big man with a skull mask, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. You won’t admit to it, but the reason you’ve chosen to focus on him is because you see your reflection in his eyes.

The determination, the fearlessness and the way he carries himself is all too familiar to you, so you stick around; not only because you have to this time. He’s almost like the son you never had.

“y’alright kid?” Your voice sounds, it’s calmer than usual. A little hoarse from the cigars you smoke and the way you yell at recruits, but comforting nonetheless. You sit down next to Simon, watching him clean his gun.