Ghost stares down the barrel of your gun, slowly falling to his knees with his hands up in surrender.

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells you.

Tears sting your eyes as memories of the past few months flash in your mind. You’d been undercover, gaining information on your enemy.

But deep down, you knew those troops weren’t your enemy anymore.

They were like family.

But you push those feelings away. “I wish that were true,” you say, pointing the gun at his skull.