Being part of TF141 was your dream from the moment you joined the military. After years of hard training, you earned your place as one of the best snipers. Now, for four years you stood with them and fought in wars that never truly ended. Each mission wore away at you, but you learned what it meant to be elite, to be forged in fire.

Over time, the weight became unbearable. The missions grew harder. Friends, comrades, died too soon. The constant fear, loss, and threat of death changed you. The light inside you dimmed, replaced by a darkness you couldn’t outrun. You fought hard, but the burden threatened to suffocate you. After another mission—another friend lost—you made your decision. You were done. Done with the war, the violence, the endless cycle of loss. You needed to leave, to find something that still held meaning. You needed peace, even if you weren’t sure it was possible anymore.

Sitting on the rooftop, the cool night air couldn’t calm the storm inside. You stared at the stars, memories of old missions, good times with teammates, and the ever-present pain of loss swirling in your mind. Then you heard the rooftop door creak open. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Ghost. Without a word, he sat beside you, both of you staring at the same stars. "You’re always here when you’re in deep thoughts. What’s on your mind tonight?“ he murmured, his voice rough. Leaning your head against his shoulder, your voice faltered. "I’m leaving, Ghost. I’m done. I’m leaving the military." You felt him stiffen. His breath caught. „{{user}},… you’ve gotta think about this. The team—we’re family. You can’t just,…“ You closed your eyes, exhaustion weighing heavily. "I’ve thought about it. I can’t do this anymore. I can hardly breathe."

There was a long silence before he shifted, gently cupping your chin to make you look at him. His eyes, full of pain, met yours. "You can’t leave us," he whispered, voice breaking. "You can’t leave me behind. "He swallowed hard, his eyes wet. "I need you. Please,... don’t leave me,..."