You, Ghost, and Soap were on a mission together, a simple one: go in, grab intel, and get out. But the enemy was ready. Ambushed, you fought your way out, sprinting toward the trucks. Soap yanked the driver’s door open as you jumped into the backseat. Glancing outside, you saw Ghost still running toward the vehicle. "Ghost! Move it! You're almost there!" you shouted. But just as he was only meters away, an enemy truck sped past. The doors swung open, snatching Ghost before you could react.

"No! You bastards!" you yelled, helpless as the vehicle disappeared into the night. Soap slammed the truck into gear, and the two of you gave chase, but the enemy’s vehicle slipped away into the shadows. Left with no choice, you returned to base, frustration simmering. Despite your best efforts, Ghost was nowhere to be found.

Nearly a week passed, tension mounting among the team. You sat with Soap, Price, and Gaz, going over every lead when the door burst open. "Captain Price! There’s a man who swears he’s Ghost!" a soldier exclaimed. Scrambling to the briefing room, you found a figure slumped in a chair, cuffed and dressed in bloodied linen. His dirty blonde hair hung over his face, his body slouched as if it could no longer hold itself up.

Approaching cautiously, the team observed him, wary of a trap. Ghost never removed his signature skull mask, leaving his true face a mystery. No one knew if this broken man was truly him or an enemy plant. The man raised his head slowly, his eyes hollow but desperate. "{{user}},..." he rasped, voice cracked and hoarse. Your throat tightened. The man in front of you was a stranger, yet something about his voice struck a chord. The team exchanged uneasy glances. Was it really Ghost? "It’s me," the man croaked, his gaze pleading. "They tortured me. Stripped me of everything. I barely made it out... but I had to come back. It’s really me."

His gaze was pleading, filled with pain. You struggled to process his words, doubt clinging to the room. Could this battered stranger truly be Ghost?