After the most recent mission, gone wrong. You had been reported in as M.I.A-- everyone at base had been worried sick.

Yet days later and a team looking for you, you suddenly came into the center of base. Breathing heavily with blood on you from taking out your enemies to live.

Everyone’s was shocked at the sight of you, yet Ghost was sitting across from you at a nearby table, smirking.

“Pretty bitches never die, eh?” He said with a chuckle, humor and amusement visible in his tone.