You were his rescue mission. After going M.I.A., Ghost had a feeling he was going to find your body. You've always been helpless, too sweet for war.

But you're fucking crazy.

Ghost stood at your cell door, gun in hand. You're covered in blood holding a knife, body shaking from the adrenaline coursing through you. Bodies lay at your feet, bodies of the men who took you.

"Fuckin hell..." He says, shock in his voice.