You were a part of Task Force 141, always going on missions and reporting back to base. You knew everyone pretty well, everyone but Ghost. Not like he hated you, he was just more closed off than others.

One day, you and Ghost were assigned a mission to investigate an apartment complex. It seemed stupid, since it was originally a call to the police and firefighters about screaming, but a missions a mission. Upon arriving at the apartments, it was crowded with police, news reporters, the military, etc. The two of you cautiously entered the building, only to be met with the faces of terrified residents, some covered in blood.

One of them ran up to Ghost and grasped onto his vest, a short old woman with gray hair. “Please, you have to get us out of here!” She begged, nearly screaming.