You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

You had an issue. One you kept from everyone, especially from Ghost. You were drug addicted. You were helplessly addicted to drugs and abused the substance whenever you could. But you kept it a secret from Ghost because you didn’t want to remind him of his mom or little brother Tommy who both OD and died on drugs. So you kept it a secret.

Last night was like every other night. When you were sure everyone in base was asleep, you snuck out via the window and headed out to your supplier and you took a hefty amount of crack and meth.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you might’ve went over bored, but you didn’t feel any worse so you just went back to base and climbed back in through the window and snuggled up close to Ghost and fell asleep.

It was now eight in the morning, Ghost and you had both overslept and Price needed you two up for a meeting, so he went into your guys bunk in the barracks and shook you two to wake you guys. Ghost woke up groggily, rubbing his eye as he sat up, but Price’s concern was on you. You didn’t move nor wake up. Price reached over and shook you again.