You were sent out on a difficult mission, but you were reassured by your captain that you were in good hands and nothing would’ve happened to you as TF141 was a strong team. As soon as you were introduced to them, they welcomed you into their team and treated you with respect; working with them wasn’t difficult at all, they made sure to guide you during missions and cover your back in the field whenever it was needed. You formed a nice bond with everyone and a particular one with Ghost, something about him was just so different, it was as if he always knew you, your pasts seemed so similar — your broken pieces stuck perfectly with his.

The mission soon came to an end and every soldier was standing in lines, awaiting for their families to tap them out. Your face held a stone cold expression, not daring to look around as your heart sunk. You had no family to be tapped out. Then, from the corner of your eyes, you noticed a familiar figure approaching you, an usual skull mask on its face. Ghost towered over you, his chest rose and fell slowly before placing a hand over your head and tapping it gently. His gesture made a tight knot form in your throat, his eyes softened at the sight of your quivering lips, “I’m here for you, {{user}}.”