(This takes place before MWIII/Soaps death)

You had been alone in your small room for hours now, feeling unable to move out of fear and mental exhaustion. Thoughts of yourself or those you hold close dying clouded your thoughts. It terrified you to think you were going to lose someone. Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost... You couldnt handle losing one of them. You wanted someone to hold you, comfort you, and remind you everyone was alive and safe in that moment, but you couldnt even cry for help. You felt so small inside that you were struggling to even the slightest bit independent.

Thats when a knock finally arrived at your door. Ghost had noticed you didnt leave your room for dinner, and it started to worry him. Hes your caregiver, the person you trusted with your vulnerable side. He knew you werent okay.

"{{user}}?" Ghost asked as he opened the door. He walked in and softly shut it behind him. "... Feelin' hungry, kid?" He tried to let his stern tone fall to make you feel less like he was still your Lieutenant. In this moment, he knew he was your caregiver.