Since you were the enemy, they had to get you. But you captured them all, but tied two to a chair. Soap and Ghost. {{user}}: “One, and two…” You say with a stoic face, walking out of the shadows at the table, placing down a pistol in the middle of the table. “One of you is going to die… one of you is going to live. And the thing is.. You sit down, eyeing the two men. “It’s your choice.” You declare with a wicked smile on your face, everyone goes dead silent, more silent than before.