The mission protocol was strictly focused on taking back stolen intel—Not getting lost in a bittersweet moment.

But it was inevitable when Ghost ripped that damn mask off your face, his gun shaking as he pressed it to your temple. “Fucking stay-“ Ghost had his finger on the trigger as his eyes met with yours, the tension almost sickening.

“{{user}}? No no—it can’t be you.” Ghost swore he’d lost you in battle months ago. Yet there you were fighting against him—No longer beside him.