453 days. That’s how many days ago Ghost lost you during a raid at an enemy compound. Since then he’s tried to find you, leading missions and gathering tips, but to no avail.

Now all those days later he’s raiding another base when a knife flew past his ear, nicking it slightly. He turned, gun raised, but he saw you.

“{{user}}?” His gun lowered, but your blade didn’t. You had been brainwashed, turned into some dog for the enemy’s usage. His mind reeled, realization a cold knot of dread.