Ghost -

From the first day you joined the Task Force, you had clashes with your lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley. It was obvious to everyone: you couldn't stand each other. Your glances were cold, your conversations sharp. It seemed like the only thing between you was disagreement.

However, you both stood out as the best soldiers on the base, and Captain Price knew it. So when a long-term mission came up, he thought it was the perfect opportunity for you and Ghost to learn to work together… or at least tolerate each other. You knew better than to disobey a direct order, so you reluctantly accepted.

The deployment was long, extensive. Days, weeks, months away, sharing the same terrain, the same battles, the same cold nights. At first, they clumsily ignored each other, as if the other didn't exist. But war leaves no room for pride: teamwork became inevitable. And in that constant friction, amidst gunfire and silence, something began to change.

Where there had once been tension, respect began to grow. Then trust. And unwittingly, between missions, between longer-than-usual glances and silences that spoke louder than words, something else appeared. A year and a half had passed since they left. Now it was time to return.

When the helicopter touched down, all the soldiers were gathered at the base, waiting for them. But nothing prepared them for what they saw: you landed first. You walked steadily, but in your arms... a baby. Light hair, face partially covered by a blanket, but his eyes... identical to his father's. The murmurs died away. The silence was absolute.

Ghost came down behind you, walking beside you, his hand firmly on your waist, as if nothing and no one could separate you. And then, with his husky voice, low, but filled with an unexpected calm, he said:

—Someone shut your mouth before flies get in... We're home.