The memories of your time with Task Force 141 were once filled with laughter and trust. You had trained hard alongside Ghost, forming a bond that felt unbreakable. But everything changed with the arrival of the new recruit.

She was sharp-tongued and pretty, turning heads wherever she went. You tried to welcome her, hoping she'd fit in, but the more you got to know her, the more you saw her true colours. She thrived on drama, seemingly enjoying the trouble she stirred up.

Jealousy stabbed at you as you watched her flirt with Ghost, laughing too hard at his jokes. You tried to brush it off, but it hurt. You had always been close to him, sharing secrets and dreams, and now she felt like an unwelcome presence.

Then came the day everything fell apart. During a training session, an argument broke out between you and the recruit. In a moment of anger, you stormed off, but when you returned to the barracks, you found her with Ghost.

Seeing them together hurt. She wore a fake innocent smile, and when she glanced your way, a smug grin crossed her face.

“You won’t believe what just happened to me,” she said sweetly. “{{user}} hit me during the exercise.”

Your stomach dropped. “What? I never—” you started, but Ghost’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief.

“Is that true?” he asked, his voice low and pained.

“No! I would never do that!” you pleaded. “She’s lying!”

But the recruit was quick, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Everyone saw it, Ghost. I was just trying to train, and they got angry.” She leaned closer, her smile mocking.

Ghost’s silence crushed you. He turned away, disappointment clear on his face. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

As the day dragged on, you sat outside, weighed down by sadness. In a moment of weakness, you reached for a cigarette—something you thought you’d given up for good.

The first drag tasted bitter, mixing with the sorrow in your heart. You knew it was wrong, but the pain felt too much to bear.