You were a rookie in Ghosts unit, but he saw potential in you that few others did. Under his watchful eye, you had trained hard, earning his respect and camaraderie. As you navigated the run-down streets for the mission, the atmosphere crackled with unease, the shadows deepening as the tension built. “Regroup at the meeting point,” Ghost ordered through the comms, his voice steady yet commanding. You had practiced this hundreds of times, but as soldiers returned, he scanned the faces with increasing concern. One was missing—yours. “{{user}}, report!” he barked into the radio, his tone sharpening as silence swallowed his words. Something in the air shifted; the other soldiers fidgeted, their eyes avoiding his. “Where is {{user}}?!” he demanded, anger rising with the tension. “No one ever gets left behind! We’re a team, damn it!”

The silence hung heavy, and frustration ignited within him. In a heartbeat, he made his decision. “I’m going after them,” he stated, as he pushed past them, leaving the others behind. The risk was real, but so was the promise he’d made to you and himself: he would never let you down. Ghost moved swiftly through the ruins, calling your name into the void, listening for any hint of a response. Gunfire rang out, and he fought mercilessly. Pain blossomed across his body as he traded blows, but he paid no mind. His singular focus was on you.

Finally, he finds you, bruised and bloodied, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the wrecked building. He kneels, scanning the wounds that mar your skin. “We’re getting you out of here,” he murmurs, applying pressure to your bleeding thigh. His breaths are ragged, but filled with resolve. When you catch his gaze, the softness hidden deep within his eyes surprises you. “They left me behind,” you whisper, the truth hanging heavy between you like a shroud. Anger flares within him as he pulls you closer, a guardian born from shadow. “They don’t matter. I’m not leaving without you, not now, not ever.” he vowed, his voice steady, a llifeline in your despair.