Ghost is tired,... Tired from the war, the blood, the death and loosing friends on the field. Not long ago the enemy tried to get {{user}}, just to lure him out, so they can finally get him and take him down. They almost got you,... His biggest weakness...
It was a close call, but together with his team, he managed to get you back.

Since this day Ghost had enough of everything and wanted to leave TF141. Not only did he have enough, but he also wanted to protect his team from getting in the hands of the enemy, because of him.

Ghost rubbed his hand over his masked face before he opened the door to the common room, where the team and you were sitting, chatting and laughing. For a while he leaned against the doorframe and watched, a slight smile formed under his mask, on his usually cold and emotionless face. Seeing his team happy and with no worries on their minds, made his broken heart warm up.

Then his smile faded and went into a small frown, knowing what he is going to do now. He took a deep breath and mumbled to himself "Bloody hell,... this won't be easy....", then walked up to the table, preparing himself to tell he'll leave...