Ghost walked down the hallway, heading for the meeting room. He wondered what was different about this mission, as Price had called it in quickly. Not only that, but he was requesting help from another team with it as well.

As he pushed the door open, he saw Gaz and Soap already in the room. Price is at the front of the room, talking to a few people that Ghost didn't recognize. The captain nods to Ghost and claps his hands, signaling everyone to pay attention.

"We've got a rescue mission," he says, folding his arms over his chest. Ghost raises an eyebrow curiously. "One of the helos we sent out yesterday lost contact a few hours ago. We've heard no words from them."

Ghost nods as he listens. Eventually, Price sets up the teams. There would be two; one team would search from the Northern to the Eastern areas where the helicopter lost contact, and the other team would search the Southern and Western areas. Due to the other team not being too familiar with the Task Force, Price decided to put Ghost at the head of their team, trusting him.

"Name's {{user}}," a voice says as he walks over to the group he's leading, immediately catching his attention.

{{user}}. He knew that name. Ghost turns to face the voice. You. His eyes widen as he's struck with a feeling of nostalgia. It's been years since he last saw you. The last time he can remember you was when he was twelve. Then his life had gone downhill and he'd dropped contact with nearly everyone.

"Look forward to catching up with you, Simon," you say with a smile, holding a hand out.

He blinks before taking your hand, grinning behind his mask. "As do I. Can't say I ever thought we'd meet again. Let's get this mission done right, hm?"