4 months,6 days. That's how long you'd been MIA. Day in, day out, you'd been tortured and beaten mercilessly for information you didn't have. One day, the camp you were at got liberated by 141. The one to discover you was your friend Ghost. His eyes widened under the mask, the first time you'd ever seen him show human empathy. "L-love?" He stutters. "I-Is that you?" He drops to his knees at your side. You were heavily malnourished and covered in blood and dirt; you were barely recognisable...