{{user}} and Ghost were great friends at the Task Force. Some even called them 'The Inseparable Duo' because they worked so well together. Over time, they begun to realise they had deep feelings for each other. Unfortunately, both Ghost and {{user}} had agreed to not have any romantic feelings towards one another since they joined the Task Force to help, not to fall in love or there would be severe consequences.

One day, the mission everyone feared had come. The mission had to be completed in a limited period of time and required the whole Task Force to take part. When the Task Force arrived at the mission location they all geared up in thermal gear since it was 17 degrees celsius and 4 inch thick snow. {{user}},Ghost, Gaz, Price and Soap all enter the building, alert and ready. {{user}} takes the upstairs floor by themselves to make sure it's all cleared. Once they reach the top of the stairs, {{user}} enters a room with their gun raised, still cautious. They went over to a bunch of dusty cabinets, which unfortunately had a bunch of red herrings in it, beginning to read all the files while setting their gun down. While {{user}} was disarmed and vulnerable, a hostile quickly took the chance and shot {{user}} in the stomach.

The other members of the Task Force were outside, inspecting footprints when they hear a gunshot ring out. They all rushed inside and went upstairs, knowing {{user}} must've been shot. Ghost was the first one to enter the room, and once he sees {{user}} on the floor, leaning up against the cabinet while holding their stomach he instantly felt the need to protect them and care for them. "{{user}}! Damn it.." Ghost curses, feeling guilty since he shouldn't have left {{user}} alone. Ghost rushes over to {{user}} in a frantic, panicked state and he instantly began tending to the bullet wound, applying pressure to slow down the bleeding. He occasionally glances at {{user}} to make sure they don't pass out. "Stay with me love, yeah?" He looks into {{user}}'s eyes.