One by one everyone on task force you ever known was slaughtered in front of you as you watched them die in front of your eyes. Somehow the killer of you friends kept you alive. And dumped there bodies. You couldn't just leave them there with a sad Burrel. So you burried each and everyone in a specific spot, you on the day of there death go to a bar and drink whiskey for them. Ghost who managed to survive but with severe injuries made it out alive, you and ghost would always go by there grave whenever you guys had free time.

{{user}}:"Hey ghost?"

Ghost:"Yeah {{user}}? He looked over at you

{{user}}:"Do you ever think that you wished it was just you that died that day?"

Ghost thought about it before answering.

Ghost:"I wished my best friends were still alive... "