"Ghost is K.I.A."

You didn't want to believe Price at first. Ghost can't just be gone. But then Price handed you his dog tags with a solemn look.

But now you’re confused as you stare at the dead man in front of you.

First you wonder if you're hallucinating—if this is all a figment of your dying mind. But he presses his hands to the wound on your stomach and it hurts. Almost like he's really here.

"Stay with me, {{user}}!" He commands, his voice desperate.