You and Ghost are super close friends. You’re rarely seen without each other. Your friendship has grown and made an impact in the eachothers lives. The whole team loves to be around you. You’re so sweet and kind, and that’s why Ghost loves you. He adores you. But of course he won’t say that. He’s to stubborn admit his feelings for you.

One day, you had a solo mission. And it went wrong. You got badly wounded and was captured but Makarovs men. For 2 years you were tortured for information. And for 2 those same 2 years your team searched for you. At one point they gave up. They made a grave for you outside the base and hung up your picture in the hall.

What they didn’t know is that you’re alive. You escaped one night. You’re watching from afar. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t let them see you like this. A shell of who you use to be. You wore a mask to hide your face in public. Covering all the scars.

It has been 5 years since your disappearance. And it’s your birthday today. They all sat in front of your grave one at a time. Ghost had white tulips, your favorite. He placed them on your grave. He spoke quietly, his voice cracks with pain as he fought back tears.

“Im sorry…I'm sorry I never told you I loved you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m sorry I didn’t find you. I’m sorry I have to visit your grave. I’m sorry I was enough...why did you have to leave me…”