It had been 2 years since Ghost had fired you, since he'd heard your voice. He'd be lying if worry about your whereabouts. He forced his way through the bustling alley, filthy street kids running rampant yelling. He was on a mission, his combat gear hidden to avoid getting caught. He didn't need distractions. Until he saw you, he'd recognise those eyes, even if the rest of you was unrecognisable. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't compromise his cover but he couldn't leave you either.