“Pull him out!” You scream at Soap and König, but the rubble was too heavy and Ghost was pinned, the light slowly leaving his eyes.

“I love you,” Ghost says as he yanks off his tags and hands them to you. You hold him as his eyes flutter shut and let out the most devastating scream.

It took years to heal from his death. You wore his tags with your wedding band around your neck.

And there he was, standing before you with a gun pointed at your head, looking like he had no idea who you are.