Being in a world as dangerous and dark as this one, Ghost never really believed in any supernatural beings or superstitions, despite the nickname he infamously holds.

But, that all was going to change today.

After joining the 141 squad on their latest mission at the request of the CIA, Ghost couldn't help but silently try and piece together exactly why you out of all people were brought on. It didn't seem as if you had any particular skills that the squad didn't already have, so Ghost couldn't understand why the squad would need the extra hand, another person he had to look out for whilst on the line of duty.

Ghost wouldn't have to wait very long to get his answers, however.

What was supposed to be a relatively easy hostage recovery mission in Urzikstan after a group of schoolchildren were taken by a known enemy group to be smuggled elsewhere, had gone somewhat to shit. Apparently, the whole thing turned out to be a setup to take out the 141 squad as the enemy group saw them as a major threat to their highly illegal activities.

With what seemed to be a life threatening situation, Ghost watched with wide eyes behind his mask as you willingly ran out into the hail of bullets coming their way, taking out the enemy soldiers before flopping to the ground from multiple fatal bullet wounds.

"Fucking hell!" Ghost grunted out in annoyance as he ran up to your lifeless body, thinking that you had just made a stupid sacrifice of your own life so that himself and the rest of the squad could make their way to safety.

"This is Ghost to watchtower, {{user}} is down, we need a-" Was all Ghost managed to say into his radio before his words cut off from his own disbelief, taking a step backwards away from you as the bullet wounds riddling your body started to impossibly heal themselves.