Ghost, your boyfriend, died in line of duty; and ever since, you’ve been visiting his grave every chance you got, drinking, talking, cleaning his grave.

You’ve never showed or talked about your feelings, same as Ghost, one of the million things you had in common. You both always seemed strong.

Until tonight. You’re wasted; angry, sad, frustrated and confused. Price, Soap, and Gaz see this and take away your alcohol, physically dragging you out the bar while you curse, shout, and hit them.