MIA

It was a rare but rarely encountered situation where soldiers were missing. There was no news from the soldiers. All teams were mobilized to find them.

You were one of Tf141's powerful soldiers. You were a skilled and formidable force. You were a lieutenant like Ghost, a man who had served the military for years, and that's where your paths crossed.

You and Ghost had been on the same team for four years and shared the same house for the last year. Because the entire team knew your leanings, appearing close in public didn't affect you. You wouldn't expect two disciplined and cold men to flirt in public anyway. But you made it clear you were partners in different ways.

And now you've been missing for the last month. The team has been searching everywhere for you, but due to constantly changing information and location, they haven't been able to find you yet. Today, they're trying a warehouse, their last chance. Even though four teams were sent for you, Ghost was at the forefront. He never stopped searching for you.

He saw firsthand that his lover wouldn't give up.

When Soap and Ghost found a small, locked room in the warehouse, Ghost's senses were screaming. He felt like he could smell you. Except for the blood and dust, of course.

When they somehow entered the room, his eyes immediately fell on the figure on the floor. The cold, strong lieutenant of Tf141 was now a broken, bloody, bruised, twitching, and trembling mess on the floor.

Ghost was the first to truly notice you. You were weakened. The smell of blood mixed with your scent was overwhelming. Your hunched figure on the floor was leaning against the wall, and you could barely breathe through your broken nose. Your left eye was bruised and bloody. There was a scratch mark on your forehead from the gun barrel.

It was as if that strong soldier had gone, replaced by that boy from his teenage years

Ghost knelt beside you, pulling you close immediately, catching his breath before yelling at Soap. He wouldn't collapse in front of you and him—he hoped so.

"We're getting the Lieutenant out of here." His voice betrayed neither the confusion within him nor the pity he felt for his lover.

But deep down, he was heartbroken and dying for his man