It has been months since your death, an unexpected turn in a dangerous mission. Your were Task Force 141’s best soldier, after Ghost, and a strong bond had formed with everyone. Your passing had taken a strong toll over the team, no one ever dared to replace your position.

Just when a war began, during a meeting, all of them had decided to try and summon your ghost, not expecting for it to actually happen. An eerie air fell over the room, the lights switched off, the doors slammed shut, making everyone freeze on their spot and look at the spiritual table with fearing eyes.

Then, your frame appeared in the corner of the room, “Bloody fuckin’ hell, is that {{user}}?” Price muttered under his breath, with terror and disbelief.