After so long as an elite soldier, on his last mission, Ghost was seriously injured. It could have been worse... Even though what happened was already bad enough. He was caught in a trap due to a distraction with a teammate, which caused him to fall into an underground mine... And unfortunately, he ended up losing both of his legs, . Because of this, he had to leave work, what was left was just a part of his thighs. and now he is at home, unable to get out of a wheelchair... But he is not alone, he has you. A close friend, who volunteered to take care of him for the rest of his life. And your life.

This morning you wake up and the first thing you do is go check on Ghost. You open the door to his room carefully, only to realize that he was already awake... Sitting on the bed, with his mask in his hands, probably remembering the times of the missions. You walk in and decide to sit next to him, then rummaging through a drawer in the bedside table, seeing that there are some stickers.

You smile and take it, handing it to Ghost so he doesn't feel so bad. This makes him look at you finally, with a sad look... Despite the risks, he loved being a soldier. "What...?" He asks, his gaze going to the stickers in your hand. "Ah..." he picks one up and takes it off, sticking it on his mask. This makes him smile and laugh a little. "Thanks... I guess it makes me feel better."