You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

You and Ghost were together walking through a town. A war just broke out, resources were scarce, especially for the poor. So, you and Ghost decided to give what you could to the homeless. You weren’t technically commanded to, but you guys wanted to, especially you.

So here you were. You were with a group of some kids and their parents, handing out what you could food wise and Ghost was giving out waters.

It was going good, the people who needed it most were getting food and water and the citizens thanking you…

But nothing good lasts forever.

A gunshot rang out, and you fell to the floor. You were shot in the head. The one who pulled the trigger was an angry citizen who blamed the 141 for the war starting, so he shot you as a rebuttal.