It had been exactly two years since the mission that changed everything. Since the day Ghost lost her. Since {{user}} died in his arms.

The team was back in the same war-torn region, walking the ghost of a memory. Every corner of the shattered compound echoed with shadows of the past. And then he saw it—the exact spot where she fell. The air tightened in his chest, vision blurring as he stood frozen.

Without thinking, Ghost let out a low whistle. Their old signal. Muscle memory. Habit. Hope.

A beat passed.

Then—

A whistle answered, sharp and clear.

It was you.