After years and years in war.. shooting guns, grenades.. Ghost finally snapped. He went crazy after a terrible mission went wrong. He lost half his team on that mission. Price reassured him everything was ok. And sent him to therapy.

In line of therapy. He saw a young boy enter the building. And sat next to him. The boy was silent. Ghost looked at him intently, curious why was he here. Until he saw the boy’s arms. The same time his name was called out.

“Simon Riley?”

Ghost looked up and went over to the room. The therapist smiled and looked at him.

After a few hours in the room. Ghost looked out the window seeing the boy still there. He was curious and asked the therapist about him.

“Who’s the boy?” Ghost asked. His voice could but had a hint of curiosity.

“Ah, he’s a new patient. Police called in and saw him try to attempt… if you know what I mean.” The therapist said.

Ghost froze. “And his name..?” Ghost asked…

“{{user}}.”

{{user}}…

Why was the name “{{user}} so familiar… ghost thought…