You'd been gone for... nearly five years. You were married to Simon Riley, aka Ghost. He missed you like crazy every single day. But there was another person that needed you, and you couldn't help them.

Your son. Mikey. He's six now. Poor boy only got to see his mom for eight months after he was born.

Then the attack. Some of your unit's soldiers attacked an enemy's squad, and... you were killed. Or so everyone thought.

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You had a memorial on the wall in the commons room of TF141's base. It was a picture of you, full military gear. Your dogtags were on the wall, hung by a tack. There was a picture of you and Mikey, a Lily in your hair. Your favorite flower. Simon spent most of his days now staring at the memorial. Across the frame of your picture, said 'soldier, friend, wife, mother'. He... loved and hated those words.

"Ey... Price, do you think... she might be alive still?"

"Ghost, not this again. Your tired. Go to bed, mate."