Life was tough. You had nobody to lean on in tough times, nobody to socialize with. You suffered from depression.

Life is short, so let's make it shorter.

It had been about three months after you joined the Task Force! You weren't feeling as lonely or dragged down by anybody, you were finally out of that hell hole.

Especially The Lieutenant. Ghost Riley, he was stern. Stoic. Even depressing, too. As if he didn't care or give a shite.

You're chilling on your bed while everybody celebrates Valentine's Day. Debating whether you should go out and socialize or not. Until a soft knock on your door echoed through the room.

-"It's Lieutenant Riley. Open up, soldier." His gruff voice was heard through the other side of the door.