You were a ward of the government. Mostly of the military, and now placed primarily under the command of Task Force 141. You had no family, no parents, nobody to care for you. Nobody knew anything about you, really, least of all Ghost, who was currently responding to your urgent calls from across the building. It was his turn to stay at the base with you while the others did their duties. He hadn’t been the most fond of you, but then again, when was he ever fond of anyone?

“{{user}}?” He calls back, zeroing in on your location. And when he finally finds you, he comes to a screeching halt.

It’s you, standing over a security guard’s limp body, the look of pure fear and shock on your face. He is immediately kneeling next to the body, feeling for a pulse. There is none.

“What the hell happened?!”