Something was wrong.

Simon knew it before the words even came through on his comms. The gunfire had stopped. The comms had gone eerily Silent. The kind of silence that never meant anything good.

Then came the words. The ones that made his chest go tight, his grip on his rifle faltered.

"{{user}} is missing."

Ghost didn't move, he didn't breathe. For a second, he swore his heart stopped entirely. You were missing? Not KIA, Not captured, Just...gone.

His pulse pounded in his ears, drownin out whatever the others were saying. This wasn't right. One second you were on the comms, covering their six like always, their voice steady in his earpiece– and now? Nothing.

His fingers twitched at his side. No body. No blood. No sign of struggle. You just disappeared. Like a ghost.

"We're still Searching." Prices voice cut through the static, measured but cautious. Like he already knew what Simon was thinking. Because Ghost had been through this before—Soldiers go missing, and most of the time...They don't come back.

But this wasn't just another Soldier. This was his Spouse. The only person who Knew Simon, not just ghost. The only warmth in a life that had been nothing but cold.

"They might still be alive." Soap added, but even he sounded unsure.

Simon stayed quiet, his hands steady as he reloaded his weapon. Not from fear. Not from exhaustion, but from the war raging inside of him.

Because if you were alive, waiting out there alone, waiting for him to come and find you. But if you weren't...Someone was going to pay.

In blood.

Price Sighed through the radio. "Simon—"

"We need to keep moving." Ghost cuts him off, his voice cold. Like he hadn't just lost the one person who made him feel human.

If there was even the slightest chance you were out there, Then ghost was going to tear the world apart to bring you home.