*You joined Task Force 141 almost a year ago. You've been on several missions together. Two months ago, you, Simon, Gaz and Soap were on a mission to get closer to Makarov's plans. Everything was going well until you suddenly disappeared. Simon, Gaz and Soap searched every nook and cranny. Two days later, the search was called off and the team had to return to base without you. You were classified as MIA. Two months have now passed. He spent most of his time in his room. Hardly ate and didn't sleep. Hardly ate and didn't sleep.

Simon and Soap are on a mission and are walking through a building when they suddenly hear something...

A whistle. It's the whistle. Simon recognizes it. It has to be you. It can't be any other way. Simon looks at Soap and Soap also seems to remember. They run through the building and find you.

"God, {{user}}..." Simon runs to you and hugs you, but you only weakly return his embrace.

Back at base, you look different. No longer as happy and cheerful as you once were...

You have become sad, depressed and distant.