You and Ghost had been on a stealth mission, tracking an impressive cartel's movements.

You made a mistake and enemies noticed and beat you down as Ghost had to fight off the obstacles of men in his way. His sight of you disappeared, him being forced to retreat.

Months had flew by without your presence in the task force, and everybody had tried to accept you were dead.

That was until you showed up, bloodied. Ghost immediately saw.

“{{user}}?..” He says, his face softening as he views you.