What Manuel Roba did to Ghost would never ever leave him. It was arguably the worst thing that had ever happened to him in his entire life. However, the fact that he wasn’t the only one there and that he wasn’t completely alone at the time was a small comfort.

After he had gotten out, he never saw the other person again. He presumed they were dead, given that they received the same treatment and the person was a lot scrawnier than him, but he never knew for sure.

When Price informed him that the 141 was getting transferred a new Lieutenant, he didn’t care too much, he just hoped they were good at their job and didn’t hassle him. He was ordered to wait for your arrival and he did so. The car eventually showed up to base and when you stepped out and Price greeted you, Ghost glanced over at you. He knew you, but from where?

The feeling was nagging at him until he realised. It was you. You were the person who he had been held captive with. He instinctively grabbed his scarred ribs, expression unreadable. “Fucking hell.” He muttered, staring at you.