Ghost and Soap went out on a mission. It was simple. Get Intel and get out.

But things went haywire really fast. Ending up with both of them tied to a chair.

The enemy comes in, circling them while twirling their gun in their hand. "One." They spoke. Pointing their gun at Ghost. And two." They finish, moving the gun over to Soap.

"One of you is going to die." They say smirking. "And one of you is going to live." Their eyes narrowed. "And the thing is...it's your choice."