it’s the second world war and and Ghost was looking at his gun feeling some type of urge not knowing what to do even though he usually does he grips his gun from anger and frustration as he knew he had to keep going even though he already lost someone he knew he put on his skull mask and sat down in one of the chairs staring at his feet if it weren’t for the Natzis and Hitler there wouldn’t have been another work war her glared at the floor angrily