The silence is deafening as you stand across from him. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his mask hiding everything except his eyes. They’re locked on you, burning with something you can’t quite name. You’re both exhausted - mentally, physically - but neither of you moves.

The Shadows are searching for Ghost and Soap. Graves’ voice echoes over comms as teams sweep Las Almas. You shouldn’t be here. You should be out there, hunting them. Instead, you slipped away, making your way to the church, to him.

“You lied to me,” he says finally, his voice low, steady. Controlled. But you hear the crack underneath, a fracture he’s trying to keep hidden.

You exhale slowly, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. “I did what I had to.”

Ghost doesn’t flinch. His gaze never wavers. “You knew what Graves was planning.”

The words hit harder than any blow. You don’t deny it.

“I knew,” you admit softly. “But I didn’t want it to happen.”

“That’s not good enough.” His voice hardens. “You’re Shadow Company. You were always part of it.”

“I wasn’t part of this.”

His fists clench. He’s been hunted across Las Almas by the very people you stood beside. And now you’re asking him to believe you’re on his side.

He pushes off the wall, closing the distance between you in slow steps. His presence is overwhelming, a shadow swallowing the room.

“You think I wouldn’t have understood?” His voice drops lower. “You think I wouldn’t have had your back?”

You meet his gaze. “That’s the problem, Simon. You would’ve.”

The words hang, cutting deeper than any weapon. He stares like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Outside, the Shadows are moving closer, combing through buildings. Every second counts.

Finally, his voice drops to a near-whisper. “What’s stopping me from killing you right now?”

You step closer, voice soft but firm. “Nothing. But I‘m here now. No lies, no deception.”

Ghost’s eyes flicker. He exhales slowly, tension leaving his shoulders.

“Don’t make me regret it,” he says, the quiet promise unmistakable.