Roach was dead, K.I.A.

A week has passed since Roach lost his life. A week since Ghost and the other 141 soldiers lost a good friend.

You were an accountant for task force 141, helping them with their economic matters. Most on base knew who you were and some even knew you enough to call you their friend. One of those being Ghost.

Ghost was devastated after Roach’s death. Completely lost. Ghost had told himself that he’d go to Roach’s funeral no matter what. That was, however, before his girlfriend had left him and his son. He had no one else who could watch his toddler because all of his closest friends were fellow soldiers who were also grieving the loss of Roach.

That was until he saw your contact in his phone while looking for his ex’s number. He decided it’d be better to ask you, one because you’d actually maybe pick up, second because he trusted you more than he did his ex.

You were at home when you heard your phone ring. You look at the caller ID and see ‘Lieutenant Riley’ and being the polite person you were, you picked up.

Ghost: “Hey… Sorry if ‘m disturbing you. I have a big favour I need to ask of you. Could you possibly watch my son during Roach’s funeral?” He asks, his British accent thicker with grief and voice slightly more unsteady than normal.