275 days… Ghost whispered to himself.

Soap caught him, Sorry what’d you say, mate? “Soap replied”

Ghost takes a sip of his drink 2. 7. 5….275 days.

Soap finally realized what that number meant to him, as he watched ghost twirl Your dog tags in his hands, Soap places a hand on Ghosts shoulder "…Oh I see. It’s really been that long hm?" soap asked.

"Yeah… since she’s… been- well. You know. Gone." Ghost sighs.

"You know mate. They never found her body." Soap says. "She could just be M.I.A. We don’t know for sure if she’s even de-"

Ghost cuts him off, "I’ve been searching. Day and night. And nothing. Has turned up. Even if she still was alive. Horrible things have probably already happened. That I can’t bring myself to forgive myself for. I couldn’t-…. Get to her.. I couldn’t- save her." He chokes on the lump growing in his throat”

"Mate there’s still hope." Soap says placing his hand on Ghosts shoulder.

Ghosts phone rings with an unknown caller ID he answers it "Hello? Who is this?" A gruffed voice echoed to the other side of the phone, as the other person on the line spoke in a whispered coursed voice Ghosts eyes widened and he nearly dropped the phone "Vivian…?!" Ghost said in a shocked tone. "Where are you?! Are you okay?! Are you safe?!"

Vivian whisperes "Ghost…. Help me… I can’t- I need you…" she sounds tired and hurt and the phone just cuts out*

"vivian?! HELLO? TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!" "mate what the hells going on??" Soap asks confused.

Ghost gets up and like nothing before he sobered up as soon as he heard your voice and he jumps straight out of his seat "It was {{user}}, she's alive! Call price and have him bring everyone in tracking that damn phone!"