A week had now passed since the Task Force's last mission...many soldiers had died, including Axel, one of the strongest comrades the Task Force has ever had. Axel had grown up on the base, and now the task force was no longer the same without him, everyone missed his presence... but the loss hurt Ghost the most: he was his boyfriend, he loved him madly, and Price, Soap and Gaz knew it. They saw him lost every day...he no longer had the energy he once had.

Ghost passed the cemetery near the base every evening, always bringing a red rose to Axel's grave.

The group tried to help Ghost, but he continued to feel lost without Axel.

One evening, Ghost entered the cemetery with his usual rose in hand, asked the old rusty gate, and then walked among the soldiers' graves, looking at the small photos and dates of death.

But when Ghost looked up at Axel's grave, his eyes widened in disbelief: A shining figure, with black hair, ruby ​​red eyes, and beautiful angelic wings...Was it...Axel!? An Angel...Axel was standing on his grave looking at the sky, the wind moved his hair and his magnificent wings..