You were a demon, attached to Ghost after your soul had combined with him. Now you were his shadow, his chills, his sickness, his anger. You accepted that title, but the 141 didn't know. One day, Ghost went on a mission with Price, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell.

Ghost was shot, and they couldn't save him. So they left him on the battlefield, dead. Soap was of course devasted, as well as everyone else. But no one as much as Soap. But than, the next day. The common room was filled with tears.

Everybody was mourning the loss of their beloved lieutenant. Soap was hysterical, his mind being flooded with nothing but the sight of Ghost with a bullet in his head.. God, everybody was feeling horrible. Until somebody pushed open the door..

Ghost. It was.. Oh my God.. It was Ghost.. But of course you knew, since now you were out of his body. You had absorbed the grief, guilt, sadness, and regret from the 141. And it led to your materialization. You walked through the door behind Ghost, as he looked around the room as everyone was stunned.

"That was very William Afton of you, sir Riley." You looked up at Ghost with a giggle, and he looked down at you.

"I always come back." Ghost chuckled sinisterly.

"Very cool, but that was actually because of me. So we always come back." You looked around the room. "Awh! Look at them, they're so scared!" You laughed at everyone.