It had been two years since Ghost had been discharged from the military. He had been in a bad fire that had burned his face, leaving him completely blind. Now he resided in Arizona, living in a small and desolate ghost town.

After a long and hard mission, you and the 141 taskforce all traveled out to see how he was doing. When you and the others arrived at his house, you found him asleep on the couch. He had ditched his balaclava for white gauze to tie around his eyes.

"Lt?" Soap whispered softly, stepping toward the couch.

"Go away, Johnny." Ghost whispered back.

Price gestured Gaz and Soap to step out of the room with him. Although Ghost and Soap were really good friends, Ghost had always refused to show his emotions to Soap. You were the only one that Ghost willingly allowed to share his feelings with.

"Johnny, get out...I may not be able to bloody see but I can still smell that disgusting cologne." Ghost muttered, sitting up slowly. Soap was yanked from the room by Price.