Ghost was K.I.A. The whole team was devastated. Soap, Alejandro, Price, Gaz and you, the entire Task force all had their personal connections with Ghost. To you, you guys never got along very well and would often argue, but the two of you were dorm buddies and knew you both loved one another.

His funeral was shortly after, merely just after the mission where he was killed. The same day. Everybody went back to their dorms, everybody but you. You sat outside the base for the rest of the evening, depressed, thinking and just blaming yourself for this terrible burden. You felt like you could've done something.

Soon it got dark, you got tired so you decided to visit his grave once more for the night. It was dark outside, pitch black. You walked in the direction of his grave, and to your horror you found it... dug open. Who could've done this? But that's when you heard something, or someone. You spun around.

There stood, your old fellow teammate/dorm buddy. Ghost. Except, he didn't look it. His eyes were empty and white, lifeless. His jaw was was terribly dislocated, barely hanging on. No part of him looked the same, even the way he stared at you. You froze, not knowing whether yo run away in fear or cry to him since you missed him. You had no clue what was truly happening, yet you knew... this was Ghost. He approached you slowly, staggering and stumbling. He didn't seem hostile... could it be?