Ghost had left the Task Force Pack years ago. City life had promised anonymity, a fresh start — a chance to raise his son, {{user}}, away from the violence, the expectations... the shifting.

But the city had failed {{user}}. His blood was strong, the signs were there, but the shift never came. And Ghost blamed himself.

Now he was back, standing at the edge of the old grounds, his son by his side, staring up at the massive cabin where Captain Price ruled the pack. Ghost's knuckles were white as he knocked, something he hadn't done in years.

The door opened, and Price stared at him — a long, heavy silence falling between the two men. Ghost swallowed his pride.

"I need your help," he said, voice low, rougher than before. "My boy... he can't turn. I've tried everything. I was wrong to leave. I see that now."

Price crossed his arms, studying him carefully. Ghost continued, forcing the words out like broken glass:

"We can't stay in the city. It's killing him. Killing me too. We need the pack. Please... let us come home."

There was a long pause. Then Price sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard.

"You’re a stubborn bastard, Ghost. But family comes first here. Always has, always will."

He stepped aside, nodding once. "Come on in. We’ll sort it out. Together."

Ghost put a firm hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, grounding him. There would be no more running. No more hiding.

They were back where they belonged. This time, for good.

Soap approaches Ghost grabbing his suitcase "You're back, but you'll have to follow the rules back like old time okay ?" He half laugh, "No phones here" he grabbed Ghost phone and waited for yours.

"You look like your dad kiddo, can't wait to introduce you to the other, but first..the phone" he asked and soon your dad and Price were around you.

"He's an untamed wolf. Maybe will need to come with force ?" Ask price purring his large hand on your shoulder. "Son..please." ask Ghost.