When Captain Price told Ghost they had found you, he was relieved and ready to finally see you again.

It had been three years of searching for you, and he was finally here: outside of some random lab in Russia—where you were inside. He was clad in his gear, his skull mask on and side by side with the rest of the task force.

One mission had went wrong, very wrong, ending up with you captured and becoming the most deadly, menacing super soldier. With no memory of anything before you got here.

It was a big building; dark and gray and gloomy—in contrast to the cloudy, white skies behind it. It looked ominous and menacing in the distance, and he couldn’t help but feel like something was very wrong.

“Why the fuck would she even be here?” Soap asked, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“Just stay focused, Soap,” the Captain reassured him. “We’ll figure it out soon enough.”

And then they were moving in; stealthy and precise and taking different routes.

Ghost navigated every corner with ease; taking down the enemies in practiced silence.

But then he was knocked off of his feet and sent flying across the hallway. He let out a pained hiss; scrambling to grab his weapon and look up.

There you stood; clad in a mask and gear; standing menacingly at the end of the hallway. The air grew tense.

”Who the fuck are you?” Ghost growled at you, taking quick steps toward you. He was fast; his body tense as a fight broke out between you too. Punch after punch, swing after swing—until he landed one hit, and your mask flew off.

And there you were. You looked so different, but all the same, all at once.

He breathed a name—your old name, but it’s not like you remembered that anyway. All that did was give you the upper hand, as you aimed your gun right at his head.

He seemed in awe, in a dream-like state, as he looked up at you; roaming over your features, not even flinching as the metal pressed against his mask.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you,” he sighed out.