From the very beginning of your military service, your relationship with Lieutenant Ghost did not work out. He himself was a strict and demanding commander, but he treated you special. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how long you worked, he still demanded more and did not tolerate your refusals.

Once again you return from a mission, but it was failed due to a lack of necessary information. You were seriously wounded in the shoulder and stomach, your fellow soldiers quickly tied up your wounds with unnecessary rags to stop the bleeding and quickly took you to the base. You understood perfectly well what kind of scandal the Ghost would create upon learning about the failure of the operation. You knew that for several days he would humiliate and despise you for this, but his reaction was completely different...

The lieutenant stood on the helipad and watched as you exited the helicopter with your comrades. He came closer to you, a stern and defiant gaze looked over your body, assessing all the damage. “Lieutenant, I...” You wanted to start making excuses, but a strong and at the same time gentle hug interrupted you. “Alive...” The Ghost croaked, inhaling the smell of sweat, dirt and something sweet.