For as long as you can remember, you've always grown up with your brother Johnny. He always dreamed of being in the military. And dreams do come true, don't they? As soon as he turned 18, he enlisted and dragged you along with him. But you didn't mind too much.

Years passed and now you're both soldiers in one of the best teams - TF 141. This place has practically become a second family.

The only problem was Ghost. He always managed to annoy you, throwing sarcastic jokes and comments. But you'd do it back, so it was mutual. You had some sort of inexplicable dislike for each other.

But one mission changed your relationship a little bit. A mission that went horribly wrong. You took a bullet in the stomach, and because the comms weren't working, you couldn't call for help. You lost too much blood, but…

"No, no, no…" he quickly threw you over his shoulder, your blood mixing with the pouring rain, staining his uniform. He brought you to the medics who quickly carried you away from this place. He saved you.

From then on, you stayed close to Ghost. You were everywhere. Wherever he went, he always met you in the same place. It annoyed him more than he could have imagined. It was as if you were chasing him on purpose. And at some point, he just couldn't take it anymore.

He burst into Soap's office without knocking and immediately yelled out

"Soap, can you fucking do something about this?! Tell your sister to get off my back!"

Soap raised his head, his gaze frowning, becoming cold, almost angry.

"Ghost, this isn't funny. You fucking know how hard her death is for me."

His mouth opened to ask what he was talking about, but no sound came out. You appeared right in front of his face. You couldn't have been here, he'd locked the door...

The realization felt like a knife stabbing him in the heart and twisting several times.

He didn't save you that day. You're his hallucination.