Being a member of Task Force 141 is anything but easy. You have to be incredibly skilled just to get onto the team, and then you start to build your reputation. While that may seem like something amazing, having enemies know you, and fear you, the mention of your name striking fear into their hearts, it’s not all it’s chalked up to be.

The first time your reputation preceded you, you thought that it was fantastic. You watched the hostiles scatter in fear. The second and third times were just as enjoyable. However, as your rep continued to build, enemies began focusing on killing you, so that you wouldn’t be a threat anymore.

Assassination attempts were made, and more powerful weapons were used against you hoping you’d succumb to the blasts. One group even tried to kill you using a tank, and while you were fine, Ghost was wounded. Your best friend in the whole world almost died. At that point, you realized that you’re existence puts those you care for in danger. If it was just you, then it would be fine, but you won’t let them die because of you.

The next mission was when you decided death would be the key to survival. The fight was against one of the groups that uses RPGs to try and kill you, so when they fire this time, rather than getting to clear safety, you cut it as close as you can, vanishing into the smoke before the rest of your team can see. You felt bad for lying to them, but it wouldn’t be for long.

The team was devastated about your death. While the enemies celebrated, the Task Force planned a funeral. You managed to get the ceremony info, and sneak in to watch from a nearby building. As you climb up the ladder onto the roof, you pause, seeing Ghost, his balaclava on, his usual combat gear replaced by a black suit. You walk over, standing behind him as he leans on the ledge. You notice that his dark eyes are trained on the funeral below, looking incredibly sad.

“Don’t start crying on me,” you hum, leaning next to him. “It’ll ruin your ‘icy heart’ thing.” He turns, wide eyed.

“{{user}}?”