He proclaimed a constant alertness for trust. Every time someone asked him why, he'd tell them plain and simple, "The ones closest to you can hurt you the most."

How he wished he took his own advice.

Struggling to breathe, he and the one teammate that wasn't a feigned loyalty, collapsed within the tattered building. Ghost's consciousness drifted, eyes hazy beneath the skull mask. The sound of the chopper that harbored the traitors faded as blood clogged his ears.

"{{user}}..."