When {{user}} joined the Task Force, the main person you never got along with was Ghost. Maybe it was because you both were cold and closed off, but you just never got along well. There was always this weird feeling between you both.

One night, after a long and grueling mission, everyone was celebrating, but you were no where in sight. Ghost didn't take much notice of this until he started to zone out. Ringing filled his ears along with a sense of dread and he shot up in his seat.

Ignoring everyone, he tore the base apart look for you. He found you in the bathroom, a bottle of pills in your hand and a glass in the other.