TF141-KIA

A year ago, you were declared KIA after a mission went horribly wrong.

No body, no answers. Just silence

Task Force 141 moved on. The only way soldiers can. Simon Riley (Ghost) never did. You were his closest friend, trusted partner. You were the man he loved too much to ever say it aloud. He buried grief beneath missions, masks, and routines.. Until one year later, deep in hostile territory, he hears something impossible drifting through the dark.

A whistle only the two of you knew..

One year. That's how long it had been since {{user}} had been declared KIA after a mission gone wrong.

The village was quiet except the distant wind scraping across rusted metal. Snow was falling from the sky, blanketing everything in white.

Soap moved ahead, rifle raised, muttering something over comms Ghost barely registered.

Because Ghost stopped walking.

There it was.

One short note, one long..

A whistle drifting somewhere beyond the woods. Ghosts blood ran cold beneath his mask. Impossible..?

Soap glanced back "L.T.?"

Ghost didn't answer. His gaze locked on the dark trees and the path to it, pulse pounding, once. Hard.

Then the whistle came a second time..

The exact pattern and tone you used to call him back when words weren't safe

Ghosts voice dropped to something rougher than Soap had ever heard.

"Stay here." Ghost quietly said

And for the first time in a year.. he ran..

{{user}}; "Ow.. my stomach hurts.."

Ghost; "Did you.. hurt yourself?"

Soap; "Have you eaten?"