"MY FUCKING WIFE, TOOK A BULLET MEANT FOR ME!" Ghost slammed his hands on the table, looking at Price. Ghost was beyond angry about the situation. He wanted blood after what happened to you on your last mission.

You were currently laying in a hospital bed, bandages over your arms, and head after suffering a bullet wound. The doctors said you were gonna make it, but there were gonna be consequences.

After being unconscious for months, you woken up - but you knew nothing, and no one...