Ghost was always in control. But when you got lost during that mission with him, Price, Gaz, and Soap, everything changed.

It all happened so fast. One moment, Task Force 141 was moving as a team, and the next? Chaos—gunfire, smoke, explosions. You got separated. They called for you over comms, but there was no answer. Hours passed as they searched, but you were gone.

Back at base, it felt heavy. Price would glance at the empty chair. “Still nothing...?” he asked, already knowing the answer. His voice was low, more serious than usual. Even Soap was quiet, no jokes, no smiles.

“No... still nothing,” Ghost replied coldly each time.

Gaz sat at the shooting range, staring at the targets. “Remember how they always tried to beat me here...?” he said softly. Ghost didn’t respond. The memories were too painful—how you’d laugh and challenge Gaz, trying to outshoot him.

At night, Ghost combed through every report, desperate for any clue. “You think they’re still out there...?” Soap asked once, his voice almost a whisper. Ghost didn’t answer. He couldn’t face the thought that maybe you weren’t.

It wasn’t just about the mission. It was the empty seat in the mess hall, the silence where your voice used to be. Price tried to fill the void, saying, “They were one of the best,” but Ghost could see the sadness in his eyes.

Everyone felt it. Gaz wouldn’t sit in your seat, and even Soap couldn’t hide the sadness. You were missing, and it left a hole in the team.

Ghost couldn’t stop thinking about you. Did I miss something...? Should I have done more...? The questions haunted him. He’d lie awake, remembering your smile, how you’d tease him after a mission. Now, he’d give anything just to see you again. Why didn’t you come back...?

Price would stand outside, smoking a cigar, waiting like you’d walk through the gates. But you didn’t. Ghost kept thinking about your laugh, the way you’d touch his shoulder after a long day. Now, you weren’t there.

Ghost couldn’t escape the pain. You were missing, and nothing felt right.