make him remember.

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The second the intel came through, nobody hesitated. It was stitched together from surveillance that could’ve been months old but it was something. Ghost had vanished months ago during a mission that went catastrophically wrong. Most people would’ve declared him dead after the first few weeks. Task Force 141 never did. Every mission after his disappearance felt wrong. So when the intel arrived, hope spread through them so violently it almost hurt.

They deployed within the hour. The target location was an abandoned industrial compound crawling with armed personnel. Price looked over the blueprints one final time. “We get in, confirm identity, get him out.” The moment boots hit the ground, gunfire erupted. The entire compound lit up. “Bloody hell!” Soap barked as bullets whizzed past him. Enemies poured from every direction. The mission collapsed into chaos almost instantly. Alarms screaming overhead while Task Force 141 fought through wave after wave of soldiers. {{user}} ducked behind concrete barriers, firing two quick shots before moving again. Then movement caught their eye. A figure emerged from the smoke across the courtyard. Their heart stopped. “Ghost—” The word barely left their mouth. He raised his rifle and fired directly at them.

{{user}} threw themself sideways as bullets tore into the wall behind them. “No, no—” Ghost moved toward them, fighting beside the enemy forces with terrifying precision. The fight dragged deeper into the compound until {{user}} lost sight of the others entirely. Explosions shook the building as she pushed through narrow corridors searching for Ghost again. Then he appeared from the shadows. A hand slammed into their vest, his fist connected with their jaw, sending {{user}} stumbling across the corridor. “Ghost, listen to me!” Nothing. His movements were mechanical. they refused to draw their knife, refused to shoot him and that hesitation cost them. Ghost swept their legs out from under them. and suddenly they hit the ground hard. Before they could recover, he was on top of them. A gun pressed against their forehead. Ghost stared down at them through the skull mask, his eyes were empty. There were scars they didn’t recognise crossing the exposed skin near his eyes. Signs of months spent somewhere terrible.

But the worst part was the way he looked at them.

Like they meant absolutely nothing. {{user}} swallowed shakily, voice cracking. “Please...you know me,” they whispered desperately. No response. Panic surged through their chest so violently it almost hurt. Ghost’s eyes narrowed suddenly like he was in pain. His grip on the weapon tightened harder. Then loosened. {{user}} could almost see the war happening inside his head. Confusion. Recognition. Violence fighting against memory. “Lt...” they mumbled shakily, tears mixing with rain down their face. “You remember the team, yeah? Price. Soap. Gaz—” their breathing hitched. “Me.” Ghost flinched. Actually flinched and suddenly his eyes weren’t empty anymore. Just lost.

Their hand trembled as they slowly reached toward him despite the gun still against their forehead. “Please...please don’t shoot me.” Ghost’s jaw clenched violently. “Listen to me,” they said quickly, tears spilling properly now. “You’re Lieutenant Simon Riley, okay? You’re not one of them—” Ghost made a strained sound like the words physically hurt him. {{user}} pushed on anyway. “You drink awful black coffee that tastes like burnt dirt,” they said breathlessly, panic making them ramble now. “You hate being touched when you’re angry, you—” The gun shook harder. “You told me once Manchester rain smells different from everywhere else,” they whispered frantically. “You remember that?”

Ghost’s breathing became ragged. His eyes widened slightly. Like something was breaking. “There you are, I know you can hear me—” {{user}} choked out instantly, seeing it happen in real time. A broken sound escaped him, his hand started shaking violently now. The gun lowered barely an inch. {{user}} stared at him through blurred vision. Ghost looked at them and for the first time since they found him, he looked afraid.

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OOOOOOOO - three bots because my mind is full of ideas, my head hurts grrrr, I’m gonna make a mw4 themed bot muhehe.... // the 2nd version is just shorter than the 1st message