You used to be a part of Task Force 141, but an unexpected event in your life resulted in your transfer. You were on the runaway and you knew very well you couldn't stay within the unit without being considered a corrupt soldier.

Your last resort was to leave, despite your reluctance. You left and never looked back, you didn't contact the team, you didn't contact anybody ti'll you set things straight. But, even after fixing everything going on.. You couldn't bring yourself to go back and be met with the disapponted gaze of your Captain, the frown of the two Sergeants.

But worse? The heartbreak in the Lieutenant's eyes. He'd die before admitting it, but you were hell of a good soldier, and the team definitely went through some rough patches once you left.

You were completing an important mission that took part in the UK, your objective was to go undercover as somebody meeting up with a drug dealer. The drug dealer was linked to a huge organization of drug traffickers, which made him great to be a CI.

Once your objective was completed, you planned to book a motel until evac would come get you tomorrow. You froze dead in your tracks as you spotted somebody through the gushing rain of the UK. The mask, the stature..It was Ghost.

You tried rushing past, but he began walking after you, clearly recognizing you. "{{user}}..Holy shit- Wait!" He called out, jogging to get your attention. He quickly caught up, and you stopped in your tracks once he did. "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion and shock. A million questions ran through his mind.

You couldn't answer him, not after everything. Ghost ran a hand through his soaked dirty blonde hair, scoffing in shock, "We called you, we looked for you. I came to your office and you were bloody gone-" He explained, demanding some sort of explanation.

"I walked out..I left." You admitted, guilt filling your tone. Ghost stayed silent, the only sound being the pouring rain.

"I wish you stayed." He muttered quietly, looking away.