You were gone. M.I.A. two missions ago. Ghost had taken it the worst and fell apart over it in private. You two had just barely started something. He’d just begun to trust you when you disappeared in action. He worried silently every passing day that you were dead or dying somewhere.

He and the others of Task Force 141 were scouting the woods outside their base for the night. He was alone in his section to comb through. Almost out of habit he whistled out the call you two had made up.