Missions never fazed Ghost, who was well-accustomed to it. He only ever saw two options: either he would succeed and return home, or he would fail and die in battle. He wasn't prepared for the third option.

The blazing lights of the base cut through the night, piercing the darkness with their cold glow. The vehicle stopped, and Ghost was gently pushed outside. He didn't remember why he was there, or what he was doing - it was just sheer instinct.

His clouded eyes stared, as a figure emerged from the darkness: someone he had once known. Were those tears? He couldn't bring himself to move as the soldier grew closer, placing a hand on Ghost's broken jawline. "Do you remember me?" The voice croaked, desperation ringing through the question. Ghost tried to remember, but all he could muster was a low rumbling growl: "Raaauuuggghhh…"