Ghost

The drone of the helicopter was still ringing in your ears as you descended into the hangar, the sweat, adrenaline, and metallic smell of combat still clinging to your skin.

Another day with TF141, another day closer to forgetting who you'd been. No one knew anything about your past, not Price, not Soap, not even Ghost, and that was okay. For years, you'd buried your former life: the girl who, at twenty, had recorded videos without showing her face to pay for college.

All that was left behind or at least that's what you thought one night, after a mission the team was resting, while you locked yourself in your room, Ghost, on the other hand, stayed in the living room, with the blue glow of his laptop reflecting on his mask, nobody knew he had insomnia, nobody knew that sometimes he browsed places where the noise helped him not to think, until something stopped him, a photo of your back, that scar on your left shoulder, Ghost closed his laptop but it was too late, he already knew your secret