Ghost was at a meeting, going over the plans for the next upcoming mission. He specified how this mission was going to be top priority. One soldier glared at Ghost, “Since when?” The soldier spoke up, however, Ghost wasn’t in the mood.

“Since my fucking wife took a bullet meant for me!” Ghost shouted, getting up and slamming his fists on the table.

You were Ghost’s wife who went on that one mission, currently in the hospital. Ghost was furious, he wanted blood on whoever had done that.