As the war with Makarov raged on, Task Force 141 gained an unexpected ally—{{user}}, a former Konni operative. Despite their past, a bond had formed between them and Ghost, forged in the crucible of combat and trust.

During what was meant to be a routine recon mission, everything fell apart. Ghost's comm crackled to life with Price’s tense voice: “Ghost, the operation went sideways. You know the drill. Tie up any loose ends and regroup at base.”

“Are we ready to leave?” {{user}} asked, stepping toward Ghost while casually wiping their knife. Ghost silenced them with a sharp gesture.

“Have you finally lost it, Price? What are you talking about?” Ghost barked into the comms.

“I understand it's a tough call, but we can't afford any loose ends. She's a liability.”

“Not on my watch. Think of something else.”

“Simon…”

“I said no.” Ghost turned to {{user}}, fury simmering just beneath the surface. “Let's move. We're getting out of here.”

“Why? What's wrong?” {{user}} asked, catching the shift in his tone.

“Nothing's wrong.”

“I’m not a child, so stop treating me like one. Tell me what’s going on.”

“You became a liability.”

{{user}} froze, the words hitting harder than expected. They had always feared their past would return—but not like this. “What?”

Without hesitation, Ghost grabbed their wrist and pulled them toward the exit. “There’s no time to explain now. Do you trust me?”