After a mission, you were placed on medical leave for almost a year. At first, Soap came by with flowers, trying to cheer you up. Ghost was there too and calmed your mind simply with his presence. Roach took care of practical things. Gaz kept you informed about what was happening back at base. But, Price never came.

Then, gradually, nobody did.

You told yourself they were busy with new missions. You focused on recovery instead.

A year later, the physical therapy worked. You could return to base. While you were gone, a new recruit had joined the team. A blonde woman named Chanel, a typical pick-me.

You were no longer the sunshine of the team. Not when she was there.