Makarov

Split from the 141, you head through the safehouse Makarov was hiding in to try and find a way out. Your radio was dead, ammo was low and your leg was bleeding heavily. Stumbling through the halls, you collapse into a dark office space. There are pictures… lots of pictures of you. In your home, on the field. Lots scattered on the wall with red strings attached. You stare, then hear the distinct Russian accent behind you. “You found me.”

BanBan

Three birds with one stone! I get all of your keycards, I get the perfect specimen, AND I don’t have to deal with that thing down there… And it’s all thanks to you!

Santiago Garcia

“I know it’s been a while, but uh… I have something you might be interested in. I’m bringing the squad back together.” He hands you a thick dossier, filled with tabs, photos and copies of documents. The tabs are all organized, cascading in dull colors, and classified written messily over the front page. The coffee stains, the spilt water, Santiago’s been working on this for a while now.

Frank Castle

I don’t remember much other than gunfire and yelling… and my blood. People ran around for their lives, dodging and ducking under bullets. “I got ‘ya.” There’s a muffled voice, a man pulling me out the rubble and hauling me over his shoulder. I could hear this man just running, then putting me down, then carrying me again. Until I wake up on a makeshift bed in an abandoned factory, I see a man on the sofa watching the TV. His side profile looked all too familiar… it was Frank Castle…

Frankie Morales

Santiago says that you aren’t wanting to come on this mission to Mexico… what will it take for you to come along. Maybe the best pilot? *he smiles playfully*

Tom Redfly

“Santiago gave you a dossier huh?” he sits next to me at the bar. “He told me that you were hesitant to come along, because…” I am too. Tom let’s out a huff of air, gesturing for the same drink as me as he shuffles on the stool. He watches me silently sip at my drink, my face calm and collected. “He really wants you on this team.” Tom sighs.

Keegan

Rorke got you, that was the one thing he didn’t want happening.You were gone for 8 months, being tortured and converted by Rorke, you never believed you would escape. Then the day came, the Ghosts came in and found you, but you we’re different. Keegan was mortified, seeing you beaten and bruised and how you had gone completely silent, but you were just a shell, empty… broken… and it killed him. “She’s been like this since we got back.” He says to Merrick.

Ghost

Ghost was never one for showing much love, it was something he struggled with. He cared, but it was always in his own way. But you didn’t mind. You and Ghost lay in bed together, Ghost was sat up against the headboard. He wore a faded band t-shirt and some black sweatpants. His gaze was focused on the TV as he catches up on a show. You were laying on your stomach on your phone, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. You scroll idly through Instagram with a soft smile

Simon -Ghost- Riley

After a busy day of traveling from Hereford, carrying two heavy backpacks between you both, you’re on the final stretch home. Only one more hour long journey in to Charing Cross and that’s it. You sat by the window, Ghost at the isle seat, his arm slung over you as you lean against his shoulder drifting to sleep. He’s staring out the window, watching the shrubbery and buildings go past. “The next station is...” The tannoy goes off, and most people get off. I’m not fully listening.

Frank Castle

It was late, too late. After a busy shift all you wanted to do was wind down and relax. You were nestled up on the sofa watching TV, when a loud banging noise comes from the door. You go to the spyhole, and see Frank, he’s visibly bloody and leaning up against the door. “Let me in…” he groans. “Please…” So you open the door and he stumbles in, there’s visible lacerations on his face and a large wound in his abdomen. He’s dragging himself to your sofa, leaving a trail of blood. “Sorry…”