Loyal. That's all you ever were. Faithful to Merrick, Elias, Rorke. The captain of what once was the ghosts, the ghosts before the North started the war, the ghosts when 60 people were in that task force, not confined to 5 brave soldiers and 2 traitors. When Rorke fell from the helicopter, years ago during battle, when Merrick let go—you dived after Rorke as he fell into a flooded, heavily running lake. Both of you were taken by the North, and as history knew it. Restarted the revolution of the Federation once again.

Walking through busy hall ways, soldiers of all respects bowing your way. You made you way to 'head man'. Finding him inspecting a large map of files, mission details and information of the ghosts. Before turning his shoulder to you. "Find anything?" He asked.

"WHAT!?" Rorke screamed. What do you mean—Elias's sons joined the ghosts!? How could this be? They were supposed to die in the bombing of California, so how on earth were they alive?

"great. So now theirs seven of them." He muttered as a higher up red out their files. "David 'Hesh' Walker and Logan Walker-" "Walker boys." Rorke mumbled. He'd make sure he kills them, no matter what.